C38 Chapter Thirty-Eight: Threads

CILY'S POV

The office was unusually quiet when I arrived that morning, though I could feel the weight of eyes on me the second I stepped through the door.

I knew what I was getting into. I knew the paparazzi had Alex and I splattered over the media and internet.

Whispers floated through the air like a current I couldn't escape, brushing against me even when I tried to ignore them