The Betrayal 

Kelly   

I didn’t think Kate could sink any lower. But I should have known better.  

The second I stepped into the house, exhausted and desperate for a moment to think. The unknown number called and Davis’s voice crackled through my phone.  

"You might want to turn on the news."

A sick feeling twisted in my gut as I grabbed the remote. The second the screen lit up, I knew.  

Kate was Live. On national television. While I was fighting for my life, Kate was organizing a live broadcast.

She sat at a pristine white desk, microphone clipped to her expensive blouse, her expression composed, but her words? They...