(KRYSTAL'S POV)
The living room feels warmer than it should, considering how cold the story on the TV is. I'm sitting on one end of the couch with my legs folded under me as I stare at the screen. Reporters are yelling over each other, camera flashes lighting up Grayson's face like he's walking some damn red carpet. The cops shove him toward a cruiser and he keeps his head down the entire time, shoulders hunched like he's trying to fold himself into nothing.
A second later, the scene cuts back to the anchor. Perfect hair, perfect posture, perfectly calm while announcing the kind of filth that should come with a trigger warning first.
