CORRIE

I take a peek at my blinds, my apartment was hurdle by paparazzi's who were camping, waiting for an opportunity for me to come out and ask the question, Did I kill Rendolf?

It didn't make it any better that I was caught of camera dragging twenty million dollars into my house. My hands dig my hair, this had Mimi written all over it. I can't leave my house and the tabloids are ripping me to shreds calling me a murderer.

If that wasn't enough, they dragged Haven's murder, accusing me of killing my own son. I turned over to Salem who sprawled all over my couch as I...