Part 2 “I thought she loved me for who I was”
The air in the grand atrium instantly turned to ice. The heavy, rhythmic thrumming of the helicopter blades vibrated through the floorboards, rattling the crystal chandeliers overhead. Dust motes danced frantically in the beams of the harsh evening sun cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The crowd, previously whispering and sneering, fell into a suffocating, breathless…
