"Yes, Miss Faulkner! To make up for your mistake, your fiancé is now going to marry your best friend—the very one you put in a coma! What do you have to say about that? Can you come out and tell us how you feel right now?"
"Miss Faulkner! Miss Faulkner, please come out!"
"Miss Faulkner, please come out and share your thoughts!"
"Miss Faulkner, Miss Faulkner..."
...
"Fuck, these psychos!"
Listening to the relentless questioning from outside, Kitty couldn't help but curse again.
"Kitty," Phoebe Faulkner said, taking Kitty's hand. "Thank you."
"What the hell?" Kitty grumbled, lightly punching Phoebe.
There was no telling when the police would arrive. Outside, the relentless questions continued, along with the sound of pounding and smashing on the door. The sounds all blended together; anyone who didn't know better would have thought a riot had broken out, or that someone was trying to break in and rob them.
