“Selina.”

It was Kyson’s voice!

Through her tears, Selina felt Kyson’s hands gently lifting her.

“Selina, are you hurt?” Kyson’s face etched with concern.

“No, I’m okay.” Selina mustered a weak smile.

With a stern look at the reporters, Kyson commanded, “Make way!”

Respect for his status moved the crowd, and they parted.

E L A ‘s L I B R A R

Selina advanced, a

to find Lyndon a short

still red, Selina greeted him with a feeble smile,

turned to

inside. The celebration’s about to

“Sure,

yet in Kyson’s presence,

won’t be

brow creased in

“Why not?”

“I just…”

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