Amalia Anderson
Andrew read the statement. He cleared the air professionally and respectfully. When he finished, he asked about questions. The first hand that was raised amongst the cameras was a familiar one, and I took a deep breath. I have seen that woman, a bit younger, but her unforgettable demeanor made my blood freeze.
Samantha Jackson, a nasty being who preys on gossip and versions of innocent things, twisting them into something dirty. I remember her because she once cornered me at school, questioning a pre-teen about adult topics. She is one of the reasons I am terrified of the media, because she does not care about boundaries.
I tightened my hand around Andrew´s, and he gave me a tender squeeze. Right now was one of those moments pulled out of my deepest nightmares.
"Sama
