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“She did.” Charlie is the one who speaks. His hip is leaning up against the couch as he watches the interview with us.
That personal question breaks Beckett and Leo’s staring contest. Their heads swing to face the camera.
“No,” Beckett says, even-tempered.
Leo forces a smile. It kinda looks fake. “Recently divorced.”
I almost choke on my popcorn. “What?He was married?!” Did I know this in the time I lost? Probably not, considering this is likely filmed sometime in the past three years.
“Shhh,” Eliot shushes me. Thankfully so. I don’t want to miss any of this.
Beckett isn’t shocked by that bomb drop. Maybe it’s not even a bomb. It’s like a sad little firecracker of information that seems so much bigger to me. Then again, these days most information seems pretty giant-sized from my point of view.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” the interviewer says. “Is he still around?”
“She,” Leo corrects, his glare returning. This time he’s directing it to the interviewer. “And no.”
“Is that question necessary?” Beckett asks the interviewer, his voice carrying an undertone of bite. “It doesn’t pertain to ballet.”
“It was a follow-up question,” she says in defense. The camera zooms in on Leo. “What do you think of the recent text message leaks?”
Leaks?
“What leaks?” I ask Eliot and Tom.
Tom pauses the interview just to say, “Beckett hooked up with a girl and she leaked some of their texts.”
I wince.
“Yeah, it was brutal,” Tom says off my expression. While he rewinds a couple seconds of the video, my phone pings.
I check the text.
DONNELLY
Getting out of my psych eval. All is good. Won’t know results till later, I don’t think.
Before I ask, he sends another message.
Think I aced it ??
He’s been so confident, but I was worried his bad sleep and nightmares would be a reason he wouldn’t pass. I smile and send him a Snape and Dumbledore dance party gif, not overthinking it.
“You ready?” Tom asks me.
“Yeah, press play.” I slip my phone back in my pocket as the video restarts.
The interviewer says again, “What do you think of the recent text message leaks?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Leo snaps, hostile.
“Beckett’s texts,” she clarifies.
Donnelly suddenly enters the camera frame, and my whole heart jumps to my throat. Oh. My. God. He’s on TV! It’s so unexpected seeing him on-screen from a timebefore, and my jaw drops like my favorite movie star just entered the building.
“Stop filming,” Donnelly sneers. “Or I’ll call—”
The interview cuts off.
