Frank's POV
The traffic was terrible, but I hardly paid any attention. My knuckles were whitening on the steering wheel as my mind replayed the breaking news over and over. Ruth's name was splashed all over the media-mine too-and not in a positive light. The accusations were overwhelming, like wolves on a deer that they'd already wounded, tearing at the tatters of my reputation.
"Dammit!" I slapped my palm on the wheel, the sharp sound reverberating in the car's confined space. My heart was pounding in my ears. This wasn't supposed to happen to Ruth, not after all she had been through.
My heart clenched. I’d spent years trying to bury the pain of my past, locking it in a vault where no one could pry it open. Now, all those skeletons were parading in the open, thanks to someone’s cruel i
