focus was shot. Mark, my husband, owner of the Johnson County Chronicle where I worked as an editor, was supposed to

m at the local Fall Harvest Festival, arm slung casually around Tiffany Hayes, the new social media girl he' d hired. They were smiling, too c

n town, with her. The picture radiated an intimacy that punched the air from my lungs. I

, then away. They' d seen it too, or heard whispers. I kept my face neutral, staring at my monitor, pretending to edit a pi

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edia presence there, did a fantastic job. You know how tough her background is, she's tryin

. I wasn't jealous. I was...

id. "Tiffany'

should try to understand that

aggressively. He was

go, Mark. W

think about

buzzing in the newsroom seemed to fade. There was a cold c