The crew outside froze, too.
For a beat, total silence hung in the air.
The next second, I pulled the door shut, calm and quiet.
Out in the hallway, the host, Porter Goss, leaned over to someone beside him and asked carefully, "Did I just see... Abigail Morrow?"
Everyone exchanged nervous looks. No one dared say a word. They were still live on air, after all.
I walked back to the bedroom and woke Fernando up, keeping my voice steady. "What was that variety show you said you were doing?"
Fernando rubbed his messy bedhead, totally confused. "Some lifestyle thing, I think? They film celebrities' daily lives and stream them live..."
My head spun a little.
I pressed him again. "You're positive it was tomorrow?"
Fernando finally picked up that something was very wrong. "What happened?"
