Ella
The days following the hearing moved faster than I could fully process, each morning bringing new headlines, new interview requests, new small aftershocks from a truth that had spent a year buried and was now unfolding in public view whether I felt ready for it or not.
"Your inbox has over four hundred messages," Kylian said, scrolling through his tablet at breakfast three days after the filing. "Half of them from journalists. The other half from people connected to your parents' foundation, old family friends, distant relatives you haven't heard from in years."
"I don't know how to answer any of them." I pushed my coffee aside, appetite gone the way it had been most mornings since the story broke. "What do you even say to someone who spent a year thinking you were dead?"
"You don
