Twenty-Three

ZORA'S POV

I groaned and shut my eyes in frustration. It seemed that whenever I tackled a problem, several more cropped up in its place. A few days ago, the rave of the moment was pictures of Elliot and I. And now this!

"Hey," Trey lowered himself into a chair and snapped his fingers in my face. I opened my eyes and fixed them on him. "Don't be that way, Zora. Calm down a bit. Who cares about a few videos circulating on the internet? We have seen worse, haven't we? The most important thing, and the thing you should concentrate on, is the fact that Freya is okay."

"It's not that easy," I complained. "Why does this always have to happen anyway?"

Trey spread his hands helplessly. He had just shown me a viral video of Cheryl and I rushing Freya to the hospital. I could have sworn that there was no one around us at the time, but I guessed the luck of these wannabe reporters was still running.

Someone had posted a video, capturing my panic-stricken face and Freya's immobile one. I woul