Beckett’s POV
I fall into step beside Elodie, close enough that she can feel my presence, offering her comfort as my hand rests gently against her back.
'We'll fix this,' I murmur, low enough that only she can hear me, and hoping to God that I’m speaking the truth.
She gives me a small smile, nodding imperceptibly at my words, but I’m not sure she completely believes them either.
We follow the production assistant through a maze of corridors I've barely properly navigated even after this many days aboard, and the whole time, my mind's still spinning through everything currently sitting wrong in my chest, the headline, the photos, the deliberate cruelty of twisting an ordinary, happy afternoon into a manufactured scandal designed purely to hurt.
Someone did this deliberately. That's th
