When I arrived at the office building, I barely noticed the city waking up around me. I pushed through the revolving doors and made a beeline for the receptionist’s desk. 

There, a stack of newspapers sat, the day’s headlines screaming for my attention. I picked one up, but the moment I saw the front page, my hand acted on its own, crumpling the paper and tossing it into the nearest bin.

The press had been sniffing around again, curious about my “fiancée” and I. They ...