What goes up, must come down, and when I crashed … I crashed hard.
I guess that happens when you rise from small-town nobody to the global stage, then pay the ultimate price of fame.
One look at Dexter McClellan and I know he’s trouble. It’s happened to me before. That same feeling of meeting someone life-altering has kicked in my fight or flight response. I’m not ready for this. Dex certainly isn’t the type you run away from. His quiet, calm demeanor makes me antsy. I swear he can see right through my carefully constructed facade. He has that same look that I see every day in the mirror, of someone who’s seen more than their fair share of the darker side of life.
He could be my saving grace, or the ticket to my biggest downfall yet.