Olivia
My heart ached for the woman sitting beside me on the couch. I didn’t know her, I didn’t know her husband, but her grief was so raw and so poignant that I felt myself starting to choke on my own tears. “Oh no, sweetie, I’m so sorry,” I murmured gently. I looked over at Renee, who had perched on the loveseat a safe distance away, to see if she had any idea what the woman was talking about. Renee only gave a slight, negative shake of her head.
“The…media…got ahold of it,” she continued to sob. Once she started to speak, the words tumbled out of her so fast, I was having difficulty making sense of it all. “It’s been so awful! They’ve made it sound like he was some kind of closet drug addict, they even speculated if he was using while he was teaching at the school, and whethe
