Sara Michaels
“So, Sara,” the young woman standing beside Valerie said loudly enough for the small circle to hear, “we all saw those photos of you cheating on your ex-husband. They were everywhere. How do you even show your face in public after something like that?”
Sara felt the old wound reopen, her insides clenched....Those fake images lingered in her mind.... the same ones someone had carefully crafted to ruin her....had once shattered her completely.
But she didn’t cry. She didn’t defend herself frantically or beg anyone to believe her. Instead, she slowly crossed her arms over her chest and stared directly at the young woman next to Valerie. Her gaze was steady, calm, and unflinching.
"They have no idea those pictures were fake," she thought. "And I’m not going to waste my brea
