ra Bry

myself up, my voice hoarse from crying and scr

in her eyes, quickly masked by rage. But before

now, Brittnie's brother, the hospital's Head of Security. Two burly guards, their hands resting on their hol

ded on Gabe's inert form on the gurney. He held up his ph

ttnie?" Clabe's voice was a l

battered, my coat torn, my hair dishevel

you're here. This... this woman," she gestured vaguely at me, "she's a stalker. Cannon's s

A stalker? A mistre

mistress? Please. He has better taste than that." He turned to Brittnie, a posse

hag" like venom. The gu

her voice dripping with false concern. "She probably thinks

on alone, sacrificing everything for his edu

triumphant, malicious glint

nd. "Alright, Brittnie. What do you wa

eaned down, her voice a chilling whisper. "Cannon called me this morning, complaining about his mother. Said

. Cannon would ne

sweetness. "But I'm a kind woman, Eleanora. I'm willin

ul of my hair, yanking my head ba

. "You're going to confess everything. That you're Cannon's secret mistress. That

iliation. Public shaming. Everyt

ng against her grip. "I

. Or your little 'son' here," she gestured to Gabe, who lay motionless o

ou apologize for trying to ruin Cannon and Brittnie's beautiful relationship. You'll say yo

t, flashed under the harsh lights. It

till aimed at me, recording my hum

hest barely rose and fell. His small hand, which had grip

dignity, my entire being scream