Tracy POV
I couldn't stop thinking about that man Richmond. Three days had passed since the restaurant confrontation, and his image was burned into my brain like a puzzle I couldn't solve. Something about him was seriously wrong, and it was driving me crazy that I couldn't figure out what it was.
I sat in my hotel room with my laptop open, scrolling through every social media post and news article I could find about that night. The videos of our fight were everywhere, and people were talking about it all over Sacramento. But what bothered me most was how many comments were praising Vanya and calling her brave while painting Bernard and me as the villains.
"Look at this," I said to Bernard, who was lying on the bed watching TV. "Someone posted a close-up video of your ex-wife's boyfriend
