Cassandra
“Why are you in a hotel with your kids, just a few weeks after they reunited with their father?!”
“Did Von Dorsey realize that the twins are in fact, not his?!”
“What do you have to say about this?!”
“Say something!”
I was completely frozen with horror and shock, staring at the crowd in the doorway. They lacked regard for my privacy, or that of my kids as they kept taking pictures of them in the bed behind me, and of me, just standing there. I was almost blind from the flashes, and deaf from all their screaming.
Regaining control of myself, I stepped back into the room, shielding my face with a hand, “I have nothing to say to you—”
“Did the twins turn out to be bastards, and not Von Dorsey's unknown kids like we all believed? Give us something, Cassandra!”
I had never fel
