Donny opened his door, trying his best to smile as she walked in. “What’s wrong?” she asked, moving to him quickly.
He ran his hands through his hair. “This,” he walked over to his answering machine and pressed the play button.
“Donny, it’s Phil. I wanted you to hear about this from me first. Tell All Weekly somehow found out about Mary, and they’re planning on running it on Monday. I’m trying my best to block the story. I’ll keep you posted. So sorry, man. Call me.”
“Who’s Phil?”
“My agent,” Donny sighed heavily.
“Let me get this straight. Some half-a*s gossip rag dug up ‘dirt’ on you from over a decade ago, and they’re going to publish it? Why?”
“I honestly don’t know.” His shoulders sagged.
“What happened to her wasn’t your fault, Donny. I know you think it is, but it’s not. It’s
