Hell, maybe it is, but there are definitely some errors in his reporting, not to mention a personal bias, which he has not disclosed anywhere that I can find.
Not that I mentioned I got hot and heavy with Callaghan Entay, but my story was more satirical than anything else. And I’m not being paid by the largest sports station in the world.
What could Ophelia have done to incur this wrath anyway? If I were in his shoes and found myself at Thanksgiving dinner with Xavier Henry, you can bet I wouldn’t be reporting a story full of birds, embezzlement, sex workers, and fraud.
I search Ophelia’s profile on ClikClak but there’s nothing there. She’s taken it down. It’s probably for the best. I can only imagine the messages she’s been getting.
I switch back to Instagram. Her Thanksgiving post was the last one. I open up Wattpad and search for her story,Stolen Stars. It’s short and spicy, and really hot, if you like pirate vampires.
I can’t see any way in which it resembles Xavier Henry in the least. Another false claim in the Donato article.
I see that I have several messages, mostly asking if I want to be an influencer. But then I come across one from what looks like a spam account, but the message stops me cold.
@BookLuvr3: Hi, Hannah. I don’t know if you remember me, but I met you in the bathroom at The Tower a few weeks ago. It was an event for the Boston Buzzards, and you said you knew someone on the team. Well, long story short, I need to get in contact with someone from the team. Things are a mess, and it’s all my fault, and I need to fix them. I was hoping you’d be able to make an introduction on my behalf. I know this is weird and creepy, but I promise you I’m not. I’m just super desperate because I really messed things up for my husband, and I might have cost him his career.
@BookLuvr3: By the way, this is Ophelia Finnegan.
@BookLuvr3: I mean Ophelia Henry.
@BookLuvr3: I’m not used to it yet. It’s so weird, changing your whole name and everything. But if I can’t figure out how to fix this, I’m going to have to go back to Finnegan.
@BookLuvr3: I like being Ophelia Henry.
I start to respond immediately but can’t think of what I’m going to write. I mean, obviously, I want to help her. She wouldn’t be reaching out if she were guilty of all the things the article accused her of. Not to mention I’ve already found numerous flaws in the story.
Nothing makes me more irate than crappy journalism.
But in order to help, I’d have to contact Callaghan Entay. The one I just made a video mocking.
Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to happen.
Another message pops up.
@BookLuvr3: You never said who it was on the team that you had a past with, but Callaghan Entay follows you on ClikClak. If you don’t want to reach out to your old hookup, maybe you could DM him for me? I just need someone from the Buzzards to listen. I’m trying to get through to management, but I’m covering all my bases—I know, wrong sport—in case that doesn’t work. Failure is not an option.
It cracks me up that Ophelia rambles in her messages, just as she does in person. I’d find it more amusing if I didn’t have to digest what she said about Callaghan and ClikClak.
He follows me on ClikClak.
He follows me.
I kick myself for not being aware, but my account is growing so fast that it’s hard to keep track.
He has to have seen the video.
I think I’m going to throw up.
Maybe he followed me before. Maybe he’s reconnected with all his friends from IU. Yeah, that’s got to be it.
I jump to my feet, pacing. If I’d have known he was going to see it, I would never have made that video. I only did it because I was sure his socials were run by an assistant.
Relief floods my body and my legs turn to Jell-O. His assistant. Of course, they’re monitoring his social media. Not Callaghan himself. He didn’t follow me.
There’s no way.
But I realize Ophelia is waiting for a response. What am I going to tell her? No, obviously. I’m not reaching out to Callaghan’s account, even if it isn’t him.
Especially if it isn’t him. I mean, what am I supposed to say? Remember how I basically doubted your manhood and then you spent all night proving to me how much of a man you were and then I snuck out your back door? You look well. Can I have a favor for someone who talked me off a ledge in the bathroom once? And I was on the ledge because you were in the room and I hate you but if I’m honest, you make my girl parts tingle a little still.
