By the time I reached the airport and settled into the waiting lounge, I checked the news about Kevin. There he was, frantically trying to explain himself in front of the cameras.
His eyes darted around, as if searching for someone. I knew he was looking for me, because only I could clear his name. But he'd never suspect that I was the one who had orchestrated this.
"If you're not guilty of plagiarism, why isn't your wife standing by your side?" One simple question hit right at the heart of the matter.
Kevin's show was canceled and within minutes, the headlines about his downfall dominated national and international news sites.
After the interview ended and the show was abandoned, my phone began to light up with calls from him. I sat in the airport lounge, watching my phone screen flash on and off.
Five minutes before boarding, I finally picked up.
"Where are you?" Unexpectedly, there was no shouting, no anger, just a quiet question.
