SANDRA'S POV
I know something is wrong before I even get out of bed because my phone won't stop vibrating, messages, notifications, missed calls and more notifications lighting up the screen while I stare at the ceiling and dread looking at it.
Lena* Call me immediately* Pamela *Sandra, have you seen this?* Unknown Number *Is it true about Kelvin Clayton?* My stomach drops slowly as I unlock the phone.
A photo fills the screen from the gala balcony, Kelvin and I standing far too close, looking at each other like we'd forgotten the rest of the world existed. Nothing happened, no kiss, no touch, nothing scandalous, but the angle tells a different story, making the moment look intimate, private, like two people sharing something they were never supposed to share.
My pulse pounds as I scr
