ONE WILD NIGHT
have turne
cond his face fi
onto his arm like a queen beside her king. The cameras loved them, shin
m, the ceiling light buzzing weakly above me, wra
h no one was there to hear. My thum
e tiny screen, calm but cruel, sl
ce Victoria Blackwell addressed the rumors of an alleged affair and pregnancy. Stone stro
nd there he was ag
ne anymore. Maybe
mouth said. His lips shaped t
is ey
on the balcony. They hadn't been cold then. They'd been searching, drow
er of guilt, the quick dart away from the lens. He couldn't
I sat down hard on
e saw me like this ,shaking, pale, staring at the screen as my
by a panel of commentators
avoided detai
e has no proof, this woman is finishe
name. But by tomorrow, everyone
e caught in blurry elevator camera shots. My hand resting on my s
d they believe him too? The billionaire with the perfect suit and diamond-ri
hands, but the images b
company when she couldn't sleep through the pain. Was she watching right now? Di
om, how are you feeling today? By the way, the father
ence. How long before kids at school showed him the headlines? Bef
urling in on myself, as if I cou
empty room. "I should've stayed home, studied,
ne moment I let myself feel, let
cost me e
else to see, but real to me. Beneath my palm, a life beat. Mine and his. A pi
or trusting him. For believing the man who once listened to me on the balcony,
el kept
te whether Miss Collins broke the student cond
thing I'd fought hardest for. Without that scholarship, I couldn't
, all because I'd believed
the room into silence. But silence was worse , it
ete them. Journalists, tabloids, strangers with opinions. Some cal
d my face into the pillow, smotherin
ng on me. Not with Jake needing me. Not with this t
od, i
ft me gasping like I was drowning. Just like he once said he was. Maybe we were
rolled onto my back an
grief, under the humiliation, a
in money or power. But I h
h would have
pered to the life inside me, "I don't know how yet. But
steadier, even whi
om. Jake. My professors. May
e real fight
k, hand resting on my stomach
cholarship, my reputation. B
the echo of Alex's denia
red if the night on the balcony