Aria's POV
A loud noise erupted from outside the building to the extent that I could hear loud voices overlapping each other from the guest room where I was with Andre.
I stepped out to the balcony and discovered that the was already surrounded by reporters, cameramen and curious onlookers had gathered in front of the building like vultures.
News vans lined the street, satellite dishes pointed toward the sky and every few minutes a fresh wave of flashes erupted whenever someone stepped near a window. The murder arrest had turned our penthouse into a besieged fortress.
When the onlookers sighted me they began yelling my name and positioning their cameras at me forcing me to run back into the sitting room.
Andre was resting now on the large couch, with Sharon the nurse quietly checking his vitals in the background. I had barely slept.
