Fred slammed the car brakes, and Anna's head snapped up from behind, startled. A quick glance through the windshield revealed a small crowd of vehicles parked in front of the apartment building.
She frowned, suspicion already stirring. "Don't tell me the media found me," she muttered under her breath.
The interview was still trending and her name was on the lips of everyone, and her pictures splashed on every social media feed.
The attention was becoming exhausting.
Fred climbed out of the driver's seat with urgency, while Anna remained still, weighing her options. If it was the media, she wasn't in the mood for fake smiles and questions about things she barely understood herself.
All she wanted was her bed. Her mind has been filled with nothing all day but the thought of Aidan. Even Clara had noticed how she was zoning out twice during one of their meetings.
She didn't like how much Aidan's absence was affecting her.
