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Chapter 55: press pressure
Sadie stood near the window, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt as she glanced outside. The crowd had only grown larger, their chanting louder with each passing hour. Reporters, cameras, microphones, and curious onlookers filled the street, demanding answers. She swallowed hard, her heart thumping in her chest. Jake’s voice echoed from the other side of the room, sharp and irritated. “We’re not going out there, Sadie,” Jake said, pacing back and forth. His frustration was palpable, his steps heavy. “We stay low, just like I said. The press always blows things out of proportion. I don’t owe anyone an explanation, least of all them.” He ran a hand through his hair, visibly stressed. Sadie turned from the window, her gaze fixed on Jake. "But look at them, Jake! They’re not
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