Shayla
Even with our statement approved and ready to go, a gnawing worry lingered in my mind. What if it wasn't enough? What if people chose to believe the lies over our truth? The thought was unsettling, casting a shadow over the small victories we had achieved today.
After sending the final statement to the PR team, Chris dove back into work mode, his focus intense and unwavering. I knew he was doing everything he could to protect us, but I could see the strain it was putting on him. His eyes were tired, his movements a bit slower than usual, a stark reminder of the injuries he was still recovering from.
I decided to take a long shower, hoping the warm water would wash away some of the stress. The steam enveloped me, and for a moment, I let myself relax, feeling the tension slowly melt away. The hot water was soothing, but my mind kept wandering back to the headlines, the judgmental eyes of the public, and the constant need to prove ourselves.
