With my hand in his, we walked back into the building, I noticed the way everyone wouldn’t take their eyes off of him once they noticed his presence, reporters flashing their cameras at us. It was understandable for the reporters to go wild at the sight of my hands linked with a man at my ex-husband's son’s birthday but they didn’t seem to pay mind to me just struggling to take shots of him.
“Who was he?” I asked myself, trying to rack through my brain. Maybe I didn’t recognize him because I was flustered because he looked like he was a big deal but nothing, I didn’t know who he was. We passed through the sea of reporters and their cameras right through the crowd that seemed to they couldn’t take their eyes away from us as we walked through, the man held my hand firmly in his walking thro
