Chapter 70 The Interview
- Kayla
- The bright lights of the news station felt far too harsh for this early in the morning. Honestly, I wanted to be literally anywhere else—I’d even take Grace’s cold cell over this. But I couldn’t. It had to be done, and I had no say in the matter.
- So I sat in the leather chair with my legs crossed, my hands folded neatly in my lap, and a perfect, placid little smile on my face.