Zion’s POV
All I could do as I drove home was hope that she hadn’t seen that stupid and ridiculous article yet. It was all over the damn internet, and if Miles could have seen it, then it was pretty accessible and easy to find.
My grip on the steering wheel was a vise, as I tightened my fingers around it, each turn towards home tightening the anxiety within me.
The article; that ludicrous, invasive piece of gossip, it made things really difficult for the people involved, infecting screens with its baseless speculations, but couldn’t care less about that.
I could only hope that Camila had not seen it. I hope that she had been spared the sight of it, and shielded from the toxic spew of the media.
I was worried about her, and I was also worried about my son, because his innocent eyes
