After dinner, I tucked Kelly into bed, kissed her goodnight, and went to my room. But even though I lay down, sleep eluded me. A part of me didn’t want to do the interview tomorrow. Fear gnawed at me, what if doing this would only make things worse? What if Ivan's fans only hated me more? Another part of me wanted to go through with it, to finally be free from the constant attacks and castigation that had been thrown my way since everything fell apart.

I closed my eyes, hoping to drift off, but the unease was relentless. Fear crept up my sleeves like an unwelcome chill, the kind...