I sat on the couch in my apartment watching some home makeover shows as I anxiously waited for the press conference to start. Jeffrey did his rounds nearby, pacing by the windows and keeping an eye out for any threats. I knew that his mind was partially on the upcoming press conference as well, so I insisted that he spend the time inside my apartment rather than securing the perimeter with the Special Guard.
I didn’t like not being there with Andrew, but I knew why I couldn’t be there this time. With my attacks getting worse, we couldn’t risk me having one in the middle of this press conference. There was too much at stake for both of us.
That didn’t mean that I had to like the feeling of being left behind or that I wasn’t supporting him as much as I could.
I tried to push those thought
