DAMIAN
I woke up the following day with the hope that everything would have blown over, that someone somewhere had realized that all the accusations against me couldn't possibly be true.
How wrong I was! If anything, the lies against me had even gotten worse. When I surfed the net that morning, I found that even more 'proof' about me being a child trafficker had surfaced. Monique was undoubtedly working around the clock to make sure I was ruined. She was doing a pretty damn good job of it.
I paced my room, thinking of what to do, of what other steps to take to nip this situation in the bud. On my return from the window, I spotted my phone.
Without thinking, I grabbed it and dialed Monique's number. She picked up on the very first ring, and I wondered if she had been sitting by her phon
