For just a brief moment, the dorky reporter was gone, and she saw a Superman underneath. Not hers, but it was something. It was enough to get her talking.
Tears slipped from her eyes, and she swallowed hard before she spoke. "He's dead." she whispered, feeling a small flood of tears start to trickle down her face. "My Clark is dead."
Her eyes squeezed shut at the admission, and she lowered her head.