The months that followed the three-day session were a storm that cleared the air.
Months later, my parents were now divorced. My mother was the one who finally asked for the divorce. Vaughan felt guilty at first; he thought he was the monster who broke the family. That was until I showed him the video of her and Sterling. It was the final nail in the coffin.
Now, she lives with Sterling, claiming she is helping him run the company. But we knew better.
As for me, I stayed with the only man who ever truly saw me.
I walked into the studio late in the afternoon. The red lights were on, and the air smelled like ozone and Vaughan’s cologne. Vaughan had finished his session with clients for the day.
He was sitting at his editing desk, his brow furrowed as he looked at some raw footage. I did
