Page 126 of Fame & Chaos

That was a drunken mistake of epic proportions, and I’ll take that shit to my grave before I let it hurt Indi.

A crew member slaps me a high-five as I head down the hallway toward the green room, and I grin automatically, still buzzing from the performance while wiping sweat from my forehead with my arm.

Tonight’s going to be good.

I can feel it.

I push open the green room door and realize no one else is here yet. The others are probably still talking to family and friends outside.

Perfect.

Means I can call Indi privately. So I hurry over to my jacket, yank my cell from the pocket, and instantly spot a new message.

My chest lights up, and I unlock the screen, smiling like a complete idiot.

Then my entire world fucking implodes.

The smile drops from my face so fast it hurts.

My heart starts hammering violently against my ribs while nausea twists through my stomach.

Two simple words.

Indi: I can’t.

I stare at the screen in disbelief.

What the fuck does that mean?

My breathing starts picking up while panic claws through me. Looking around the empty room as if someone might explain this to me, I quickly hit call.

It rings…

And rings…

And every second feels like another knife twisting into my chest.

Maybe she found out about Sasha.

Oh God! But how?

How the hell could she possibly know?

Then suddenly she answers, “Hey.” Her voice sounds small and fragile, and my heart immediately jumps into my throat.

“Hey,” I say carefully. “You got my flowers?”

Silence lingers for a second.

“You know I did.”

I swallow hard. “What can’t you do, Indi?”

Might as well get straight to the point.

Another pause.

“What you asked for in the card.”