Her Ass: Lacey Jayne Interrogating

For the first time in years, Lacey Jayne listened to the sound of nothing—and didn't rush to fill it.

The question sat on the page like an uninvited guest. For ten years, she had wanted visibility. Then relevance. Then wealth. Then to stay wealthy. Then to be untouchable. Now she was all of those things, and the air at this altitude was so thin she could barely remember what it felt like to breathe without being watched. lacey jayne interrogating her ass

She wrote one more thing: If no one was watching, would I still do any of this? For the first time in years, Lacey Jayne

The silence answered.