The Conversation
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Sophie called me at 10. The boys and I were in the car on the way home. She said we had to talk and it sounded serious.
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She and I worked together to get the boys in bed. We walked to the family room and sat on the couch.
"Someone started sending me text messages a couple months ago," she said nervously. "It was from an unknown number. The first was a simple message; basically threatening to tell you that I had more than a friendship with Harry."
I looked at her face as she stared at the floor. This was obviously weighing heavily on her for a while and she had been terrified to tell me.
"There was more than one?"
She nodded and turned to look at me. "There were even a couple pictures and messages with implied threats."
"How do we find out who is behind the messages?"
"Well, actually, Harry's team hired a private investigator," she replied. "They found out who it was the other day..."
"Oh yeah?"
She paused, clasped her hands together in her lap, and took a deep breath.
"Tell me, Sophie."
"It was John -"
I gasped. "He wouldn't do that to me...he knows I'm in this for the music!"
She shook her head. "I didn't want to believe it either."
I closed my eyes and leaned back on the couch.
"He hasn't been working alone...he's had someone following me," she said quietly.
My eyes shot open and I looked at her. Tears were slowly trailing down her cheeks. I had not signed on for any of this.
"I'm sorry," I felt the need to apologize.
"We need to find out who is giving him information," she answered. "I don't blame you for this," she added.
"I'm grateful that Harry took this pressure off of you," I told her. "But you're right, I need to confront John."
She thought for a moment. "Harry's PI said a woman was helping him..."
After a few moments of silence - it hit us.
"Wendy," we whispered in unison.
"We need a plan," she whispered. "Before we call Amanda."
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