The moment Kelly hangs up, I lean forward. “Who was that?”
“A lawyer. He told me Shawn filed for divorce.” Kelly calls her husband, but he doesn’t pick up because she suddenly throws her phone on the table. It bounces a few times, cartwheeling into my jello cup.
“Kelly.” I gasp.
She hides her face in her hands, weeping loudly. People at the nearby tables turn to look at us.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper. Kelly seems heartbroken, and while I totally respect that she’s upset, I also feel like this is the best thing to happen to her. Now, she can get away from that creep and find a guy who’ll treat her nicely.
“I can’t believe this.” Tears roll down her face, and I scramble to grab her a napkin.
“Here,” I whisper.
Kelly takes the napkin, but she doesn’t use it.
I try to be helpful. “You should hire a lawyer, Kelly. Make sure that no matter what happens, you protect yourself.”
“There’s nothing to protect,” she snaps. “We have a prenup. I’m not getting a penny if we divorce.”
Her words make me wince. That’s so unfair. Shawn put Kelly in the hospital, and he’s not gettinganylegal consequences for that? Now, he can toss her out without giving her a penny?
I open my mouth, ready to tell Kelly that I’ll dig up all the dirt on Shawn and make sure she can get something out of this divorce.
Instead, she takes both my hands and gives me a wild, wide-eyed stare. “J, I’m going to tell you something, but you have to swear you’re not going to tell anybody.”
I blink unsteadily.
Kelly leans closer and hisses, “Someone’s been threatening Shawn.”
“W-what?” I squeak.
“She calls herself ‘Jinx’ and she had this app that was all about exposing The Kings. I don’t know why someone like that is after me and my husband, but I think thatwitchis the reason Shawn’s divorcing me.”
“K-Kelly…”
Kelly pushes her chair back, and the legs scrape the floor loudly as she storms to her feet. “I have to fix this. I have to find Shawn and tell him not to let that disgusting keyboard psychopath control him.”
I rise too, my eyes wide and my thoughts racing. Is Kelly really going to fight to stay married to the man who hurt her?
And how did I suddenly become the villain?
But it’s too late.
Before I can fully grasp the situation, my only friend in the entire world storms off.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
FINN
I keep the mask over my face and pull the hat lower to shield my eyes as I walk into the retirement home.
The familiar melody of our song is coming from a group of nurses carrying food trays to the senior citizens waiting in the garden.
One of the nurses groans loudly. “This song is killing me,” she says. “It’s so vulnerable.”
“It’s sohot.”
The nurses giggle.
