After taking a couple minutes to compose myself, I exited the restroom, plastered a smile on my face, and went to touch base with Bobby and AJ. The guys had a salesman can-I-interest-youin-a-timeshare vibe, but were nice enough.
“What’s this about a press release?” I asked.
Bobby handed me a memo. “Jay wrote this up over the weekend for damage control. We’re supposed to make sure it’s blasted everywhere in response to the debacle that was last week’s morning show.”
I started reading sections of the document.
“For the sake of our children, I did everything I could to help Celia make better choices and support her while we were married . . . When her self-destructive decisions put our children at risk, I realized for their best interest, and hers, that she needed to seek professional hel
