Chapter 37

If I thought the Center might benefit from the sympathetic press we've received since the Intown Voice story went live - well, it's nothing compared to the attention and support coming our way now that I'm in the hospital. If I'd have known, I might have let myself get pushed down a flight of stairs even sooner.

Dad tells me I have a mild concussion. I also had to get a total of twenty stitches: eleven on my scalp, five on my arm, and four on my cheek. I broke two fingers on my right hand and cracked my radius on the same arm.

In other words, I'm pretty damn busted up.

I've never been in the hospital before. And I never thought that my first trip would end up making the news. But when you're the ex-lover of an ex-billionaire and you were attacked by a reporter, well, people apparently pay attention to these things. My room has been flooded with flowers, mostly from people I don't even know, and according to Dad money has been pouring in. Now there's no way I can refute Asher's words