“Hey, I know we texted about this last night but I wanted to actually talk to you about it. Are you really okay with this? I mean, with me writing about this?”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

“Tracey, I’m really okay with it,” he said.

“But you…,” I switched the phone to my other ear and took a deep breath. “You realize that I’m going to tell the truth…the truth about everything.” Continue reading Prelude. →