“And there you have it… I’m a freaking star… Everybody over the Atlantic knows now about this whole mess,” Norah muttered squeezing the phone, cringing again.
It was afternoon here. Freddie would be starting his day in New York, and the fact that he’d learned so quickly of the photos told her exactly how broadly these things were being distributed.
Maybe reporters had tracked down the family connection and were harassing him and David?
‘Damn you, Phillip Weldon!’
His headline name was turning her into a punch line. She set her phone on the table, unable to think of anything to say except ‘I’m sorry’, and that was far from being enough.
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