The couch is cold.
Or maybe I'm just a little too tense. I'm fighting the urge to bite my fingers as the show starts. I don't know how Billie and Noah manage to be so calm.
Billie is sipping wine. Noah is eating an apple, scrolling through his phone. He doesn't even lift his head to get a glimpse of the show.
After Theodora Thornbury's introduction, the camera cuts to Bram. His once sparkly eyes are now sad and sullen. A wave of guilt washes through me as I watch Bram chewing on his lip and his feet fidgeting. I've never seen a grown man look so broken and beaten by grief before.
"I've never seen a grown man look so cheap on TV," Billie says. "What the fùck was Bram thinking wearing that cheap jacket and jeans for an interview on National TV? The wardrobe team should be fired. And why
