India stepped out of her vehicle, adjusting her heavy coat and pulling the cap on her head lower to cover her eyes more and adjusting her nose mask some.
It was hot and humid out, and her outfit seemed out of place for the weather. She glanced around, taking in her surroundings as she made her way through the shady neighborhood, trying to locate the bar she was supposed to meet the damned press.
Today would mark her fifth time trying to sell her story to the media, hoping to expose the truth she found out that day at the Giambelli Mansion. Each time, she faced the same skepticism and disbelief, as if her words were nothing more than a fanciful tale spun for attention. They seemed to believe she was one of many of the haters who approached them with lies so they’d create a scandal and the
