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constructed triumph of her podcast launch had dissolved into a public spectacle, and h

tioned for the security guards. "Ta

y pulled away. The touch, the unexpected restraint, sent a jolt of terror

came the metallic tang of fear. I was back there, in the dark, hands on me, voices shouting. My body seized up, trembling u

hing forward, reaching fo

, with a primal rage. "Don't touch me! You're a monster! A sick, twisted monster!" My voice was thin, reedy, b

s part of a setup to discredit the podcast?" Another one chim

oked from the hostile reporters to my shaking form, t

hy Dr. Nichols believed you needed help. We will be pursuing legal action for defamation

e weight of their gaze was suffocating. I tried to speak, to defend

arm tightly, trying to pull me towards the backstage exit. "Hannah, let'

aire's triumphant, amplified voice, "Thank you all fo

g voice cut through the pandemonium, clear and aut

with purpose. His face was grim, his eyes intense. He wore a dark suit, his FBI badge clipped to his belt glinting under the stage lights. He moved with