“Have you seen the papers this morning?” Lisa’s voice rang through the phone, sharp and relentless, cutting through my morning haze like a knife.

I groaned, clutching the phone tighter as I rolled over in bed. “Lisa, it’s barely seven. What could possibly be so urgent?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that your face is plastered all over the tabloids again? You should really look. Page six. You’re welcome.”

The line went dead before I could respond.

I stared at the phone, annoyance bubbling up in my chest. Lisa was always like this—dramatic, self-serving, and lately, not much of a friend. After all, she had no problem siding...