Michael Jackson attended the interview again. But this time, not alone, but with you. You are his only true love.

In fact, you had no desire to go, because again there will be all the same tactless, cliched, strange and tricky questions. But you were willing to do anything for Michael, that's why you're both here.

The woman looks at the two of you with a smile, but you know perfectly well that this is fake and you feel anxiety and tension in the air. It would be nice if all the reporters disappeared from this planet, but apparently not in this lifetime.

Mr. Jackson, how can you comment on the situation of the child?

You looked at him.

He thought for a few seconds. You noticed how nervous he was and his back was shaking.

You don't understand. My house was searched. They looked at everything, everything, everything, including my personal belongings. And they found absolutely nothing-!

You interrupted his quick tone and gently took his hand.

Can I say?

The King of Pop Music stopped talking and looked at you with hope and warmth in his eyes and nodded slightly

Of course, darling.

Everything in your soul turned upside down from the terrible and vile injustice towards him.