FOURTY TWO

CHAPTER FOURTY TWO

NICKOLAS

We have been driving for a while now and still no one has said a word. I wonder what is going through her mind right now. She must be feeling devastated.

How did the reporters even find out what was going on? There were so many of them when I got there.

I should probably ask her but everytime I look at her she is looking out of the window. Her arms are folded and I can definitely see that her anxiety is at an extreme high. She has an angry look on her face though and I can not quite figure it out.

“Are you okay?” I finally bring myself to ask.

She turns and finally faces me for the first time throughout the whole ride.

“I am fine.” she says this so coldly.

“You do not look fine.”

She lets out a sigh.

“Of course I am not fine Nickolas. My mother just died and now those reporters are spinning her out to be a bad person and there is nothing I can do about it. I feel so powerless right now.”

She takes a deep breath.

“I understand.”

“This is all his fault and I