Priya called me before I'd even finished my coffee.
"Turn on the TV," she said, voice tight. "Sports Center. Now."
I grabbed the remote, dread already pooling in my stomach before I found the right channel. Derek's face filled the screen, seated across from a sports anchor in what was clearly a carefully arranged interview, soft lighting and a sympathetic angle doing most of the persuasive work before he'd said a single word.
"...and honestly, it's been the hardest few months of my life," Derek was saying, voice thick with practiced emotion. "People saw one moment out of context and decided they knew everything about our relationship. What they didn't see was years of me trying to hold things together while Nora pulled further
