The studio lights are hot, but I don’t mind. They make my skin glow. They make me look soft, fragile, sympathetic, exactly what I need to be tonight. Lisa stands just off‑camera, giving me a thumbs‑up as Casey Lane adjusts her mic.
“Ready?” Casey asks.
I smile sweetly. “Of course.”
The red light clicks on. “And we’re here tonight with Sabrina Hayes,” Casey begins, “to discuss the recent developments in the skating world. including new footage of Evan Hart comforting teammate Lena Merritt.”
I lower my gaze, letting my lashes flutter. Perfect. “Thank you for having me,” I say softly.
Casey leans forward. “Sabrina… how are you holding up?”
I let my voice tremble. “It’s been… really hard. I didn’t expect to see him with her. Not like that.”
She nods sympathetically. “You’ve mentioned be
