The doctors cleared me for discharge, saying I was free to go home.
Outside the hospital, a swarm of reporters had gathered, cameras flashing as they shoved microphones forward, barking questions.
"Miss Caldwell, were you drunk during the crash?"
"Is it true you had a breakdown?"
"Are you going to rehab?"
Didn't these people have a life?
Cole had arranged a convoy to escort us home. As always, I was to ride alone, with him driving, while Mom and Chloe were in the car ahead. Another vehicle trailed behind us—one of our security escorts.
Cole was silent as he drove, his hands tight on the wheel. After the accident today, I was certain he wouldn't let me leave the house alone again.
I exhaled, pressing my forehead against the cool glass of the window. The afternoon sun was already dipping lower in the sky.