Amara Pov

By the time I left work, it was already sunset, casting long shadows across the pavement. My head ached, my nerves frayed from yet another day where everyone pretended not to notice the elephant In the ocean, that elephant being my son. Or, more accurately, the scandal surrounding him.

I didn’t want to go straight home. For a moment, I just wanted to be invisible. Normal. So I stopped at the grocery store. A little domestic normalcy never hurts.

But the moment I stepped out of ...