WESLEY
I drove through the city with no real direction in mind. The streets blurred past my window - red lights and green lights. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white, but I felt nothing. The shock was deep inside me and I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream but the tears would not come.
How could this be real? Every memory with Natalia now felt poisoned. The night in France when I held her close, the way she smiled at me across the restaurant table and the moment I carried her through the crowd of cameras. I could still remember the baby clothes I bought in secret, the small corner in my apartment where I started building a nursery. All of it had been for nothing. She had played me from the beginning and I had believed every word. I had fallen so hard, so
