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THE PRESS ROOM DISASTER

Author: Mimi
last update publish date: 2026-06-21 17:41:56

The courthouse steps are chaos.

Reporters swarm like vultures. Cameras flash. Microphones thrust forward. Questions fly from every direction.

"Mr. Hayes, how does it feel to testify against your father?"

"Miss Thompson, do you think justice will be served?"

"Is it true Darius Hayes is dying?"

Ethan doesn't answer. His hand is tight around mine. His jaw is locked.

We push through the crowd. Security guards clear a path. The car is fifty feet away. Forty. Thirty.

Then I see him.

Mitchell Sanders.
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