“Say it,” I said. “Say her name.”Cole sat back down on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it might give him permission to speak. “Evelyn Cross.”“Gerald’s wife.”“Gerald’s wife,” he repeated, quiet, like the words tasted bad in his mouth. “She wrote the article. I took the blame because she asked me to, and because I owed her, and because five years ago I still believed owing her meant something good.”“What does she have on you.”“That’s the part I’m still not telling you tonight.” He looked up, steady this time, no more flinching. “But I’ll tell you what I can. She’s been controlling more than just that article. She’s been controlling your career since before you ever signed with this label.”“That’s not possible. Gerald signed me.”“Gerald signs whatever Evelyn tells him to sign. He always has.” Cole rubbed a hand over his jaw, and something in his face went distant, remembering. “She was at your first showcase. The one when you were seventeen. I k
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