#Chapter 71: The Sham

Kayla The door clicked shut behind us, and for the first time all day, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. The house was quiet, the kind of stillness that felt like a huge relief after the chaos of the news station. I slipped off my heels by the front door, stretching out my ankles with a soft sigh, and glanced at Nicholas over my shoulder. He was tossing his keys onto the entryway table, his earlier mask having slipped to reveal the same brooding pout he’d been wearing for days now—aside from the night he drank and laughed like nothing had happened. Without a word, he turned and stalked into the living room. I followed, watching as he grabbed the remote and switched on the TV, flopping down on the sofa. It didn’t take long for us to find the channel. Our interview was already replaying and being commentated on by another news anchor. With another sigh, I plopped onto the couch a little ways away from him and crossed my legs be