The recents of your life had been a bit of a tragedy. The type of tragedy people ate up. The kind of story reporters foamed at the mouth for.

So why choose Freddie Lounds, of all reporters? One day, Freddie had came by your hospital room. She gave you her card and told you to think about allowing her to tell your story. You looked up her website, Tattlecrime. It was filled with unfiltered, bold articles. You could tell Freddie wasn’t one to dance around the truth.

So you called her, and told her you’d like to tell your story with her help. So Freddie came back, knocking gently on the doorframe of your room.