DANIEL POV

I lost sight of her at the intersection.

"Amelia!" My voice is swallowed by traffic.

The photographers are still behind me. Cameras clicking. Questions shouting. I turn on them.

"Back off. Now."

"Mr. Sterling, just a few questions…"

"I said back off." My voice cuts through the noise. "Or I'll have every single one of you arrested for harassment."

That slows them. Slightly.

I take off in the direction Amelia ran. Past storefronts. Past late-night diners. My chest burns. When did I ...