Lyra Whitmore was alone in her opulent home, the stinging remarks from the online world after the press conference lingering in her mind. As Marjorie languished in jail, facing the consequences of her actions, she was left to bear the weight of their public disgrace.
She had spent the previous night immersed in an ocean of self-pity, crying over the ruined facade of her life. The cruel words of the online community had stung, the disdain feeding the growing guilt and shame within her.
Desperate for a change of scenery, Lyra made the decision to step out. Donning a wide-brimmed hat and dark sunglasses, she carefully concealed her identity. Clad in unremarkable attire, she cautiously ventured into the city.
Once adored, the city now appeared menacing, with every street corner holding the potential for public shame.
Her footsteps instinctively guided her toward the upscale neighborhood where David resided. His home stood as a stark reminder of all she had lost, casting a looming presence
