ing, the worl

ip site had gone viral. My face, my ter

arty girl" whose wild lifestyle brought shame and death to her family. They said I broug

. His voice was

family... we can' t be ass

ed, my voice cracking. "

what' s true. It' s w

ographed with Chloe, my old high scho

turbance." My extended family, the same people who praised my father' s g

roval, couldn' t handle the fall. She found me in the lib

eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and

she took h

cast in the city that was once

recognized approached me. He was tall,

ather' s scholarship put me through college. He changed

proud of. In the following weeks, he became my shadow, my protector. He

on the steps of the courtho

nee. "Let me honor your father' s memory

perate for a life

was doting, supportive, and kind. He helped me feel safe agai

s a