*Shelby*

Eventually, Michael convinced me to sit down and talk about everything. However, I was so angry I didn't want to sit at dinner with him; I didn't want people or the media to watch us fight in public. Michael promised he had someplace more private we could talk. He led me back down to his car, and we pulled away from his office building.

The ride could not have been more awkward.

We both sat in the backseat, not speaking, ...