Ruth
I stared at the half-empty glass of wine on the table, my mind reeling. Adan-no, not Adan. Frank, my supposed ally, was across the table from me, thumbing through his phone like he did not have a problem in the world, while mine was unraveling by the second.
“You’re unusually quiet,” Frank said, breaking the silence. He set his phone down, his sharp eyes narrowing at me. “That’s not like you, Ruth. Spill it. What’s on your mind?”
I let out a dry laugh and leaned back in my chair. "Oh, you know. Just the usual. Life falling apart, people betraying me left and right, and—" I waved a hand dramatically, "—someone plastering my personal business all over social media."
Frank c****d his head to the side, and a look of intrigue crossed his features. "Social media, huh? You mean that litt
