“Fred, is it true you have a son with leukemia?”

“Fred, is Amara really pregnant with your child?”

“Fred, are you going to claim both kids?”

“Fred, how does Amara feel knowing you have another child?”

“Fred, do you believe Manuela Mahut, even after she lied on that show?”

I grabbed the collar of the last reporter, yanking him out of the crowd. I stared him down and saw the fear in his eyes. The questions—and the voices around us—slowly died. I knew even the sound of my ...