I followed Hunter out of the car, hand pressed to my stomach as if the two tiny lives inside needed protection from the news vans already clustered at the entry of the parking lot, four security guards keeping them back.

"Head up," Hunter murmured, his arm firm around my waist as security kept them back. "Don't give them anything."

Reporters shouted questions, cameras flashed, but all I registered was the reassuring pressure of Hunter's hand guiding me forward. The lift doors closed behind us ...