Nova's POV
Four days. That's how long it took for my life to spiral into what I could only describe as a chaotic circus on steroids.
Two days after my so-called mother re-entered and then swiftly exited my life with the grace of a wrecking ball, I was still dealing with the fallout. Not the emotional kind—I was dealing with that too—but I mean literal, real-life fallout. Like… reporters.
Reporters camped outside my building.
They found my apartment.
How? I had no idea. Maybe someone tipped them off, or maybe the universe just hated me with a deep, creative passion. Whatever the reason, they were suddenly everywhere—shoving microphones at my face, shouting questions like, "Are you really Emily Hart's secret daughter?" and "Do you have any plans to act like your mother?" and my personal favorite, "Did she abandon you for fame?" (Yes, Todd from Channel Nine. Thanks for the reminder.)
