The car stopped at a few steps away from the hotel's luxurious entrance.
"The Quinn family," Ethan said, his voice flat with recognition. But didn't get a response from neither Noah nor Levi.
Junior shifted slightly as he dropped his phone on his lap.
Levi ignored Ethan as he leaned forward to access the scene. His focus was entirely on the spectacle outside.
Through the tinted windows, Levi could see the cluster of people gathered under the bright hotel lights. Security guards hovered around the edges to push back the invading crowd, who were holding phones with flashes on.
The first one to cry is the first the crowd believes. And they were certainly crying.
Levi immediately felt something hot in his chest. He could see the supposed family griefing over the original host they had thrown away.
Mrs Quinn stood conveniently at the center of the crowd, her shoulders shaking with powerful sobs as she pressed her hands to her face.
