The flashes blinded. But Victor didn’t move.
Not when Evelyn passed him. Not when someone shouted his name over the speakers. Not until a journalist shoved a mic in his face.
“Victor Monroe, are those your children? Who’s the woman with you? Is your marriage over?”
His throat tightened. He opened his mouth but nothing came out.
He searched for Evelyn—but she was already steps ahead, one boy in her arms, the others trailing behind.
“Evelyn, wait!” he croaked.
She didn’t.
