ALMA

Like rocks were stacked inside my stomach, I shuffled my way into the office building. My phone was blasting with calls from numerous Business partners, Rodney included. He must have seen the news, too. I pushed open the sliding doors and made my way in with my heart dropped to my knees.

The piercing gazes, and murmurs, were a deadly giveaway that a lot of them have seen the articles. That happened seven years ago, and I was set up, but who would I explain that to? From the way they ...