"There's a situation at the entrance."
The car stopped a few steps away from the hotel's luxurious entrance.
"The Quinn family," Ethan said, his voice flat with recognition, but he received no response from either Noah or Levi.
Junior shifted slightly as he dropped his phone onto his lap.
Levi ignored Ethan and leaned forward to assess 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, trying 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 saw the supposed family grieving 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.
