The dressing room suddenly felt suffocating. Everything fell into silence, replaced by the sound of Genny's own heartbeat thundering in her ears. Joey stood too close, his tall frame blocking the only exit as he cornered her to the wall, his presence swallowing the small space whole.
The air was filled with tension. Her stomach twisted with fear. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her camera bag, knuckles paling as she gripped tight. She should have pushed him, but she didn't.
Her mind screamed, scared, Joey wasn't bluffing. He really remembered what happened that night. That couldn't be possible. He couldn't recognise her all this time.
He couldn't remember because if he truly remembered… then everything she had buried for five years was about to drag itself into the light. She shrank back, trying to avoid his gaze.
