I was fundamentally unhelpable. Because somewhere along the line, I’d turned getting ahead of the story into a lifestyle. When Miles had thrown me to the tabloid sharks, I’d been completely unprepared, and the only way I’d survived was by making sure that there was enough chum in the water that they’d only eat what I wanted them to. It had only half worked, but by the time I figured that out, the habit was so ingrained that I was doing the same with people.
