Lorenzo Senior's POVThe room was quiet after Delia finished talking. The reporters were looking at the papers she had given them, their eyes wide as they read. I knew tomorrow's news would be all about us, but not the way these reporters had hoped.

I fixed my tie and walked back to the microphone, standing tall like I always do. Cameras clicked as I leaned forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen," I said in a clear voice. "I think we've taken care of those false stories that were just brought ...