Genny knew the exact moment her world tilted. It was in the way Joey stopped looking mildly irritated… and started looking certain. He knew what he was saying.
Her pulse slammed violently against her ribs, each beat loud enough to drown out the world. The air inside the dressing room felt thinner with every passing second, like the walls had quietly shifted closer while she wasn't looking.
He remembered. Maybe not every second but enough to leave her screw. She thought he hadn't. How was she going to face this head-on?
Her throat went parched. Even at this point, she was desperately thinking of an excuse or an escape route. The look in Joey's eyes tells her that this was a long-standing grudge he had been holding
It was a moment of weakness, and it wasn't that she forced him, yet she was the one being crucified because she ran... she wished the ground would just swallow her.
