JACQUELINE
My throat tightened in utter confusion, and I struggled to find my voice. “Mom—”
“You sent this to a man?” she shouted, stepping closer, not allowing me to explain. “Jacqueline, have you completely lost your mind?”
“I didn’t—” My voice cracked. “Mom, I swear, I didn’t do this.” I had never sent my naked pictures to anyone. Not to Sammy while we'd been dating or anyone else. These were clearly photoshopped.
Blair stood, confused and trying to be helpful. “Mrs. Blackwell, please, just listen to her—”
“Who the hell are you?” my mother snapped, her eyes swinging to Blair with such venom it made me flinch. “Are you the one she’s been sneaking off with? Shut the fuck up and stay out of this.”
Blair recoiled like she’d been slapped. I stood up too fast, and the edge of the coffee table hit my shin. “Mom, stop. She didn’t do anything.”
“I’m not talking about her!” she shouted. “I’m talking about you. My daughter. My Jacqueline. The one who I raised better than this. You send your
