Kate Andrews had never driven so fast in her life.
Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her mind racing as fast as the car.
She had spent the entire morning waiting for the next shoe to drop, constantly checking her phone, scrolling through headlines, looking for the moment the media would finally piece together the truth.
The truth that it was her in that photo.
That it was Thomas Winters tangled in bed with her.
She needed to talk to someone—someone she could trust.
And there was only one person who fit that description.
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Thirty minutes later, Kate pulled up outside Rolly’s apartment.
She took a deep breath, staring at the building as she debated whether or not this was a good idea.
Rolly had been her best friend for years. They had
