Kelly
Kate wouldn’t stop. Everywhere I turned, she was there, her voice sharp, her presence suffocating.
"Do the test, Kelly. What are you so afraid of?"
"If you have nothing to hide, then prove it."
"I deserve that will. It’s mine by right."
On and on, like a relentless kid.
I was so tired. Not just of her, but of the way everything was spiraling out of control. The media was still on my back. My clothing company was hanging by a thread. The public doubted my very existence. And now, Kate was determined to tear apart the last thing I had left, my identity.
I exhaled slowly, gripping my phone as Kate’s latest text glared back at me.
K: I swear to God, Kelly, I will make you regret this if you don’t do the test.
I clenched my jaw. Fine, If this was what it took to shut
