"I've had the privilege of working with Mr. Delgado. Genuinely great guy, impeccable work ethic, and always respectful toward women."
"I don't know what there is to complain about being Mrs. Delgado."
"Bet Mary Fox is the one who's been cheating."
"I've met Ms. Sullivan in person once. She's an absolute sweetheart, always professional with male colleagues. Of course someone that pretty is going to attract jealous haters."
The trending numbers were too high to be organic.
I knew Clement's hand was behind it.
I went back to the home I hadn't set foot in for three years.
My fingers traced the photograph on Camille's urn, a bitter smile pulling at my lips.
"I'm sorry, baby. Mommy didn't protect you."
I set the divorce papers on the table.
I was reaching for Camille's urn to take her with me when the door was kicked open.
Clement strode in carrying Mildred, whose forehead was wrapped in gauze.
"Where's Camille?"
I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. "What do you want?"
"What do I want?"
Clement let out a cold laugh. "Mildred was attacked. You put Camille up to it, didn't you?"
"Clement!"
My fists clenched. "What are you talking about?"
Mildred shrank against Clement's chest.