Her hair unkempt, she hadn’t quite recovered from her scattered thoughts when a nurse’s shout startled her, “What are you doing here? You’re not allowed in!”
Before the nurse could protest further, the room was flooded with the noise of a swarm of reporters barging in.
The sight of Lucian and Megan together was like a feast to starving hounds.
“Ms. Campbell, is it true that the child was Mr. Graham’s?”
“Ms. Campbell, what is your relationship with Mr. Graham? Are you really being kept by him?”
“Are you two married?”
Megan clutched her head as the reporters stormed in like a pack of wolves, triggering memories that cut to the bone.
In a shocking turn, she slapped a reporter across the face, then shoved him away; the cameraman behind him fell in a domino effect.
A collective gasp filled the room.
“Get the fuck out!”
Megan, already frail, looked wild-eyed and frenzied enough to instill fear.
Everyone glanced at her warily; after all, this woman was known to be unhinged. The reporter she slapped harbored a vengeful glint in his eye, knowing just how to spin the story.