I felt the knife before I saw it.
I looked into the eyes of the wielder. It was my friend from so long ago. The eyes that were once filled with so much purpose and love were now replaced with bitterness and hate. The only thing that showed any resemblance to the old friend was the shell the bitter soul inhabited. My old friend was gone.
Okay, that's not what happened, but that's what it felt like.
The shock, betrayal, and sadness that I felt in that moment didn't ebb, but instead it multiplied. I had a sick, worried feeling in the pit of my stomach that seemed to intensify as time passed by. I raised a hand over my beating heart as I read Diane's tweet over and over.
This can't be real.
@dianeliong29869:
I am the marketing head of KB Studios and when Sandra used to work there befo
