My life was comfortable and easy. I was living my dream. And by living my own dream, I was able to help others reach theirs. That was a privilege as well as a responsibility.
So yeah, IwasMr. fucking Fine, as Ryan called me. And I damn well should be.
I damn wellhadto be.
Too many people were counting on me for me to be anything else.
So even if I was scared, even if I was freaked-out and violated and outraged and wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball under the covers, I was going to remind myself of how freaking lucky I was. Then, I was gonna smile and get on with the show.
And I did…
Until the emails started.
