Emma
Rett and I traveled in the back seat as Leon drove and Ian sat beside him. Rett knew our destination—he’d arranged this gathering. However, only Ian, Leon, and I knew a particular stipulation. I asked the men that Rett not know the details until it was necessary.
I squeezed my husband’s hand.
It had been over a month since our television interview. And although we refused to talk to the syndicated reporters on the street in front of our home, our interview was picked up by all the cable news networks all over the world, appearing not only on television but also on social media, and living forever on sites such as YouTube.