Seven Years Ago
Seven years ago, I was hanging out with a “B” as in “boy” -illionaire till the wee hours of the morning. At one point he grabbed my hand and deliciously whispered into my ear, “Kambri, when you live in my world, you can do anything you want.”
Indeed, in his world, you can.
At the same time, 1,542 miles away, Dad was stabbing Gloria.