Chapter 33. Safe Home

Camera flashbulbs lit the air like tiny explosions, the cold wind lifting Myla’s hair as she stepped up beside Hayden’s wheelchair.

His hand found hers on the headrest, and his thumb slid over her thumb in a silent ‘are you ready?.

She squeezed back. Ready.

“First of all,” Myla said clearly, her voice carrying through the sea of microphones shoved in her direction.

The chaos died down, and reporters stopped pushing against the barrier that the guards had set up to manage the perimeter as they went still to record the press release Hayden had suddenly called for once the day had properly broken.

 “I want to thank everyone for the concern they have shown toward our family.” She paused, letting the wind sweep her hair across her cheek before tucking it back, gaze steady. “Yes, there was an incident