Kyra's POV
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Charles drew closer to the building. I was nervous,
I shouldn't be but I was.
I had tried my best to keep Becca's behavior at home out of the press and away from my company family but with the media frenzy about my hospital stay and Becca's imprisonment made that pretty much impossible now.
Not to mention the scar on my left temple.
Mrs. Davis had helped me take off the bandage and wash my hair this morning. There had been a little dried blood and scab around the wound from where the doctor had to put the stitches in. They had come out before I was discharged and I was told I could stop dressing the wound a few days later.
Now there was a star shaped scar underneath my hairline. The jewelry box had been decorated to look like
