~ Lily ~
By the time I left the apartment, I’d already convinced myself I was only driving to the garage because I had nowhere else I particularly needed to be.
The television spent the morning repeating the same stories in different voices, and my phone kept lighting up with notifications I no longer bothered opening but the photograph still followed me anyway and every entertainment account seemed to have found a slightly different angle of the same blurry image with each one accompanied by strangers confidently narrating a life they knew nothing about.
It should have bothered me more than it did. What surprised me instead was how little energy I had left to care.
For years every headline attached to my name came with consequences. Investors reacted. Journalists called. Publicists pa
