KROSS

Three years later

The news was on, the volume low, and I was standing by the window with a glass of vodka in my hand when I saw Sade’s face and smiled without even realizing I was doing it.

There she was on the screen, confident and calm, glowing in that quiet way that told me she wasn’t the same Sade from three years ago her hair was styled neatly, her posture straight, her voice steady as she answered questions like she had been doing it her whole life, and the banner at the bottom of the screen carried the name of her company in bold letters like it...