Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 29
AS BADLY AS I’d love to have Elena spread wide on the back seat of this
rental SUV, I figure it’s maybe not the best idea so close to seeing her
parents.
She seems to settle a bit more once we’ve survived the throng of
paparazzi and news broadcasters, each anxious to be the first to sell the story
of her return. They mock and call out to her, apparently unaware that it’s me
at her side, her deranged captor, hidden beneath a thick scarf, knit beanie, and
Ray-Bans.
Even though we had a brief discussion on the jet about what to say if she
happened to catch any of the press questions thrown her way—nothing,
preferably, and “no comment” if she absolutely needed to respond—I found
myself filled with an inordinate amount of anxiety as we walked out of
Logan, waiting for her to snap.
For her to turn to the cameramen and feed into the story, tell them I not