"Yes," Theo says.
I look at Beckett. "And you let him in?"
Something moves in his face. Brief. "Yes."
“You beat Beckett?” I ask.
Theo says, “Yes.”
I look at Cody.
"Why?" I ask.
The room is completely still.
"Why would you break into my room––" I keep my voice even. I don't know how I'm keeping my voice even. I am lying in a hospital bed with a broken leg and aching ribs, raw palms, and Iam keeping my voice even because if I stop keeping it even, I will not be able to ask the rest of what I need to ask. "And show me those videos."
That catches Cody’s attention.
"Videos," Cody says.
"I know about the videos."
He goes still. "You watched them."
"I watched them."
He nods slowly as he looks at his hands. "Then you know…"
"I know what I saw." I look at him. "I don't know what it means. I don't know why there were so many. I don't know why they were — organized." I pause. "Why were they organized, Cody? Why were there so many?"
He looks up at me.
“OnlyFans," he says.
My heart starts to race at the thought of my boyfriend all over OnlyFans.
"We ran an account," he says. "Me and—" He stops. "It was a business. We made money. A lot of money." He looks at his hands again. "We filmed. Edited. Posted it. We split the revenue."
I blink.
"We," I say.
He doesn't answer.
I look at Theo.
Theo's face is completely still.
"You," I say to Theo. Not a question.
"Yes," he says.
I look at Beckett.
"Were you—"
"No," Beckett says. Immediate. "I wasn't part of that."
