She opened her browser and typed in his name.
Isaac Dun.
She hadn’t searched him in years and the first thing that came up was a recent photo of him stepping out of a sleek black car. She scrolled down and it was his company with the location and building address in this city.
She stared at it for a second before grabbing her purse.
The cab ride was quiet.
She kept checking her phone, unlocking it, then locking it again. The article was still there. So was the image. The world had seen it, her skin, his bed. It was everywhere.
She pressed the phone face-down on her lap and looked out the window.
It made her sick. How he could stay invisible for years and still have the power to ruin everything in seconds. She had spent so long avoiding the spotlight, hiding her name, hiding her past
