The next two weeks become a blur. Mia leaked she was suing Eric to the media. Needless to say the public is in a frenzy.
We can’t so much as go grocery shopping without being bombarded by flashing lights and people shouting their opinions at us.
Even at night when I close my eyes I see contorted faces of strangers yelling at me, I hear their screams in my nightmares.
“Are you ready?” Eric asks sound as exhausted as I feel. My eyes are hooded with dark circles that no amount of concealer can cover.
I snap shut the passenger overhead mirror and sigh. “I suppose,” I tell him.
We step outside the car into the public courts parking lot. The usual sound of cameras clicking and voices hollering reaches our hears.
I duck my head, Eric takes my hand and leads the way. This has become our norm
