Lucia’s POV
The sharp voice of the news anchor startled me awake, pulling me out of my restless sleep. I must have dozed off watching the news, but as my eyes opened, the screen was still filled with the same harsh accusation.
My hands clenched into fists as rage filled my chest.
“This is how they do it,” i muttered under her breath. “They don’t need facts. They just twist words until people believe the worst.”
I suddenly felt sick. The media didn’t know my father, they didn’t know the man who had worked tirelessly to provide for his family, who had built his reputation through sweat and sacrifice. He wasn’t perfect, but he wasn’t reckless.. at least, not intentionally.
I grabbed the remote and shut off the TV, breathing heavily. The more they dragged my father’s name through the mud,
