Traffic seemed unreasonably thick for an early morning.

“We are running late,” Braxton gritted his teeth.

“It’s too bad,” Aurelie agreed. “We left on time.”

A small car pulled around the horse trailer and sped by. As it went along, Aurelie noticed a man taking photos of the trailer, or rather, of her in the trailer.

“Oh no,” Aurelie groaned. “They are following us.”

Braxton looked in his rearview mirror. “Who?”

“The media,” ...