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Jacob: No, did you already lose the girl?
Matt: Shit, she must be in the car with Ainsley then.
Jacob: Please tell me Ainsley isn’t in the dark.
“You sent her alone with my family?” I rub my face. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
ChapterFifty-Three
Thea
He’s here.
He’s back.
I shouldn’t be in this car. Why did Tristan push me?
“Hi, I’m Ainsley.” I glance up and Matthew’s sister is smiling at me and then asks, “Have we met before?”
I stop breathing.
Does she recognize me?
A familiar feeling of foreboding comes over me. Dread. Maybe she’s seen me before. No, how would that even be possible? I had already worried all night about the reporters who were at Silver Moon for the concert.
Now, I have to worry about the Deckers knowing. My head starts to pound. I take off my baseball cap, releasing some of the compression it’s creating. The air thickens, and I want to get out of this car.
God, what’s going to happen when they find out who I am?
What I’ve done… My father is around. He’s here, if they don’t recognize me now, they’ll know by tomorrow. He’ll have a chance to sell some old story and make up several new ones. Sell me again.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” she insists.
“Thea.” My voice is a tiny whisper.
“Are you… are you okay?” she asks. I want to lie, answer yes, but I’m not. The memories are climbing out of their hidden place.
The music. Dreadful Souls plays loud while Dad drives me. It’s always the same music, his music that Chris Decker stole from him.
He’s here.
Martin Levitz found me.
When it stops, my stomach drops. We’re in front of a building. I don’t want to work anymore, but it’s the least I can do for them. My parents. When we’re finally in front of a door, Dad says, “That thing you did with Mr. Lambert, the kisses… Remember?”
Mr. Lambert is the producer ofSophie Knows It All.
Dad needed me to show him how well I could kiss to keep my job. I have to do it often, go to his office and let him kiss me. Sometimes, he touches me, but I have clothes on, so it’s okay. That’s what actors do, Mr. Lambert says. It’s practice.
As Sophie, my character gets older and starts dating, I have to grow with it.
We’ve done it for the past year, but I don’t like that now he’s trying to see me without clothes. I want to tell my dad, but I can’t. He said not many girls my age were as lucky as I was.
“Agatha, are you paying attention?”
I nod at my father, assuring him that I know what he is talking about.
“Okay, this time, you must do the same, Aggie.”
