More drama. Just what he needed. Zack could’ve pulled his hair out. “Which way did she go?”
“That way.” He pointed down a different hallway. “But don’t worry about her. They’re paying her plenty for your little love story.”
Time and motion and gravity all ceased. Zack stood anchored in place, just looking at the production assistant. “What . . . what do you mean?”
“Come on . . . they must be paying you, too.”
Mountains on all sides of him collapsed, burying him in the garbage of three straight months. They were paying Zoey? To give the show the appearance that the two of them were an item? He shut his eyes for a few seconds and then blinked them open. It wasn’t possible.
The guy was still talking, but like earlier with William Gaines, Zack couldn’t hear him. Suddenly he pictured a number of times when he had seen Zoey talking to Meier or Gaines. Was it really possible? He jogged down the hallway never feeling the floor, searching every doorway for Zoey until he found her in a dressing room that had Gaines’s name on it. She was alone, still in her black dress and boots, curled up in an oversized armchair, sobbing.
“Look at me.” Zack didn’t yell. His shock was too great. “Zoey, look at me.”
“It isn’t true.” She spun around to face him, her feet hitting the floor. “I was standing around the corner. I heard what he told you.” Her face was red, her eyes swollen. “You can’t believe that.”
“What am I supposed to think?”
She stared at him, clearly trying to find control. Sorrow and fear colored her expression, but they didn’t come close to the more obvious emotion consuming her. An emotion that could only be defined as guilt. “I’ve hated keeping this from you, Zack.” She breathed fast, on the verge of hyperventilating. “I’m sorry. I’ll tell you everything.”
Zack sank into the chair across from her. Whatever she had to say, he needed to be seated. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure he’d survive it. “Go ahead.” He held his head in his hands for several seconds before looking up at her again. “Talk to me.”
“I . . . didn’t want . . . to go along.”
“Are they paying you? I need to know that first.” His voice was louder, meaner than before. He had to force himself to find calm. He stood and closed the door and then returned to his spot across from her. “Tell me if they’re paying you.”
“No.” She shook her head fast and sharp. “No, I would never take money to . . . to be your friend, Zack. Never.” She hung her head and panic seemed to grab hold of her. Her breaths came even faster and she stood, panic frozen in her face. “I . . . I can’t breathe. Zack . . . help . . . me.”
His instincts took over and he came to her. With the compassion that once defined him, he held her and stroked her back. “Zoey, shhh. It’s okay. Breathe out. You’re okay.”
“I can’t . . . catch . . . my breath.”
He held her for several minutes until he felt the muscles along her spine relax. Finally she took a step back and covered her face, her tears flowing once again. When she sat down and lowered her hands, he could see that she was going to be okay. She was broken, but she was breathing.
“I didn’t . . . take money.” She shook her head, her eyes imploring him. “Please believe me.”
“Did they offer it?”
“Only as a joke.”
As a joke? Zack turned and paced to the opposite wall of the small room. He stayed there, trying to keep some sense of sanity. “Are you serious?” He turned and stared at her. “Who did that?”
“Gaines. But he was kidding.”
“So what . . . what did they promise you instead?” He knew there was something. He could sense it in her panic.
“They said . . . I had a better chance of staying on the show if—” She looked down at her lap.
“Say it. Come on, Zoey.” He walked closer, willing her to speak.
She looked up, her swollen eyes locked on his. “I had a better chance if I stayed near you. If people thought we . . . were an item.” Tears fell on her cheeks, but this time she didn’t look away. “I’m sorry.”
There it was, the whole story out in the open. The producers hadn’t only worked to find an angle, they had created one. With promises of fame, Zoey had played her part. Zack dropped to his seat and faced her, just stared at her. “I lost Reese for that? So you could fake your feelings for me?”
“I wasn’t faking it.” She looked horrified. “I
Zack wanted her out of his sight. A memory flashed in his mind. The winter he was sixteen and working at the back of his family’s horse farm when a snowstorm came through. He needed to secure the stables, but by the time he did, the storm was a full-fledged blizzard. When he tried to make it back to the house, snow was flying in every direction. Zack had fallen to the ground, no longer sure which way was up. If his father hadn’t found him, he might’ve died out there.
That was how he felt now. No longer sure which way was up and in desperate need of rescue by his Father.
Zoey must’ve seen what he was feeling because she didn’t wait around for his next words. She stood and ran from the room and down the hall. He waited until he could no longer hear her boots on the floor before he slowly left Gaines’s dressing room. He had failed his God and his family, and he had absolutely failed his girl. He had no idea what the full consequences would be, but one thing was certain.
His eyes were open now.
One way or another he was headed back home to start rebuilding what he’d lost. He walked slowly down the hallway, and as he struggled to grasp which way was up, he remembered something. Chandra was praying for him. Chandra and his parents and his siblings, the kids back home at church. Even Reese. Reese, who would leave for London tomorrow. She was praying because that’s the sort of girl she was. No matter how he’d hurt her, she would pray for him. And with all those prayers, he could hope for only one thing.
That his trip back home might come sooner than any of them expected.
THE EPISODE WAS mercifully over. Reese felt like she could breathe for the first time in an hour.
Grandpa Dan turned off the TV. “I don’t recognize him.” He leaned on his cane and looked at Reese. “I have no words.”
None of them did. “It’s okay.” Reese couldn’t think of anything else to say. “It was my choice to be here tonight.”
She had to watch the show with them this one last time. Her flight to London was scheduled to leave tomorrow night. Once she landed, she would stay in an apartment at the horse facility and spend a few weeks getting to know the instructors and students. Then she’d begin teaching. In her spare time she would tour the city and get familiar with the underground. Her life ahead gave her hope in the darkest hours. God wasn’t finished with her.
But she couldn’t leave life here without this night. All day she had prayed for God to show her if she was wrong. If leaving Zack wasn’t part of the Lord’s plans, then she needed to know now. Before her plane took off. She imagined Zack singing something with a faith message and admitting to America that he’d made mistakes leading up to this point. She even wondered if maybe he would talk about missing her and his home back in Kentucky.
Instead . . . well, instead Zack’s performances had only shredded what was left of her heart. The guy singing on the TV screen wasn’t remotely like the one she’d kissed good-bye three months ago. He acted different and looked different and dressed different. And when he and Zoey sang their love song, Zack’s dad nearly turned off the TV in the middle of the performance.
Reese’s shock had held off her tears. But now she could feel the dam in her heart breaking. She needed to leave, needed to get home and finish packing. So she could cry in private. She stood. “I need to go.”
“I’m sorry.” Dara came to her and the two hugged. “Please . . . keep praying for him.” She looked deep into Reese’s eyes. “This isn’t him. You know that.”
Reese nodded. Of course it wasn’t him. The fame, the overnight success, had done to Zack what it did to nearly everyone in his position. It had changed him. No matter what promises Zack had made back at the
