I fell asleep sometime during the early morning hours, too exhausted from the long drive and everything else that was going on in my life to keep my eyes open, and awakened with a start just a few short hours later.
Everything from the last few days came rushing back to memory as the dregs of sleep and whatever dreams I’d had dissipated, leaving me alone and afraid once again. Last night had been brutal, all those people judging me, calling me names, exposing things about me I never wanted the world to know.
Someone had made a timeline of my life with pictures. From the first time, I met Ryder to the day of our wedding. It caused a great stir in the comments; people were laughing at me, calling me pathetic as a light was shone on the truth that I’d gone to such lengths to keep hidden from the public.