ONYX
“So, about this girlfriend of yours, I’ve been hearing the media talk about,” Mother started after silence had descended on the table. “Is it true?”
“I thought we talked about this on the phone. It’s not.”
“You expect me to believe that? I birthed you and I know you better than you know yourself, Nyxie.” Again with that silly nickname, “The media has never linked you to anyone before, at least none that I know of, but the minute they do, it’s fake?”
Either my mother had short-term memory or her news-gathering skills were losing its touch because the media had linked me to a lot of women, some I’ve met once, many I had never seen a day in my life. I wished I could sue every single one of them for invasion of privacy, but it was a waste of time, money, and resources.
However, I don
