I can’t believe this has happened. I can’t believe they figured out who I am. Sighing, I grab my phone and shoot off a text to Bode.
Stevie
How on earth did they figure out this was me?
Bode
I don’t know.
Stevie, I don’t even know what to say
I’m so sorry
It’s not your fault
How bad is it?
Do you want me to break my promise to you that I wouldn’t go looking?
Now that they know it’s you, you can’t avoid it
How bad?
Bad
Seems I’m the most hated woman in Nashville
I love you, if that helps
A little
I’m headed home now
Wait, why?
Apparently people don’t want a terrible person giving them a facial
Shit
The team is issuing a statement
I doubt it will help
Look, go home, have some wine
Scream, shout. Maybe beat our grandmas in a game of Sorry.
I’ll see you when I get home from practice, okay?
And maybe I can beat you in a game
And then I’ll make you forget all your worries
I’m holding you to that
Whatever it takes
I’m here for you
