ALMA

I was picking Velma up from school today. It's been long enough, and this was her first day of resumption since the accident. Carl had been relentlessly calling and texting to monitor her progress, or just to monitor our lives in general. Most of the messages I ignored. I only responded to the ones that I could, depending on my mood and the content of the text.

My reputation was still in shambles despite the explanatory claims that my team had aired; the media was so sure I was trying ...