Melina needed some time to assimilate the incessant calls from the number. It felt like a part of the past was knocking on her door to say hello. Her photo had caused quite a stir, reaching those who knew her and had already caused her a lot of harm.
She paced back and forth in the kitchen, her phone on the table. It vibrated every half an hour. The number of her ex-husband appeared each time, and when it wasn't him, it was from the office where he worked or an unknown number that she already knew who it belonged to.
She knew the storm that the scandal involving her name had become. Mysterious woman? What did the media in town think? Did they expect her to be grateful? She just wanted to disappear from those articles. To vanish from the image of her with Joice.
She sat on the counter an
