Chapter 117 Emmette Isn't The Bad Guy

• CORRIE
• My vision was blurry. I couldn't tell if it was because I'd been crying or it was because I was drunk. Either way I was pathetic. Standing before my husband's casket, instead of paying my respect, I acted like every other person in the media. Sullying his name in his death.
• But I really couldn't face Salem's funeral sober, if you could call this a funeral. He couldn't defend himself after the lies spew by the tabloids. And I couldn't do anything as well. I wasn't even given a chance to say anything. The police didn't even call me for questioning. They took the words of the woman at the ferry who was held hostage with me. Which was nothing but lies.