Pete finally finished buttoning his shirt, though his hands were still trembling slightly from the shock of what had just happened.The air around him felt thick and suffocating.Cameras were still flashing, reporters still crowding around, voices still rising from every corner of the hall.For a moment he stood frozen, his chest rising and falling heavily, trying to gather whatever little control he still had over the situation.Then, without saying another word, he tucked his shirt quickly into his trousers and pushed his way forward.“Excuse me… move aside… please.”His voice sounded tense as he forced his way through the wall of reporters. Microphones brushed against his chest and shoulders, cameras kept flashing in his face, but he ignored them all and kept moving.His eyes were fixed on only one person.Petra.She still stood exactly where she had been standing earlier, tall and unmoving, her arms resting loosely at her sides as if she had been expecting him to walk over all alo
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