Chapter 79: Tight Lipped

Laura I found myself staring at a blank spot on the floor. My fascination with the wooden boards seemed unhealthy as sudden images of me lunging for them and ripping them out flashed through my mind, just to clear my thoughts of the raging storm of rumours flying around. *No, Laura,* I said to myself. *They’re not rumours. You actually saw it—a picture, and it wasn’t a Photoshopped image taken years ago. It was actually taken on set.* *Oh, look at you.* I could almost pat myself on the back. *You’re playing detective, piecing things together like a smart investigator. Now can you shut up and actually find out from him yourself?* I asked, feeling a bit of hope rise. Perhaps there was a reasonable explanation for the photos. Maybe it was taken on set when they were rehearsing, right? They do those, don’t they? *Hello?* I felt a hand on my thigh, patting me gently until I looked up. “Yeah?” I asked, confused. “Are you okay?” Sara’s kind face filled my vision. “Just peachy,” I said. H