"Do you think they can smell the mountain air on us, or do we just look like two more people waiting for a car crash?"I leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the SUV’s window. Outside, downtown Manhattan was a sea of moving bodies. It wasn't just the press; it was a circus. People were holding signs—some calling me a hero, some calling me a liar, and others just there to catch a glimpse of the 'Angel' falling from grace. The quiet of the cabin we’d just left felt like a dream I was being forced to wake up from."They don't see us, Scar," Roman said. He was gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his eyes tracking a news drone hovering above the courthouse steps. "They see a headline. They see a story they think they own. But they don't know the weight of the air in that shack, and they sure as hell don't know you.""I feel like I’m walking into a cage," I whispered. "Just a bigger one this time. With more lights.""I’m right behind you," he promised, reaching over to
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