“Good riddance. He’s clearly a jerk, and you’re well rid of him.” I knew she was right, but I couldn’t feel it in my heart. This had come out of the blue. Maybe there had been a misunderstanding. Had the paparazzo spoken to him, maybe? I had no idea, but I was going to find out. “I’m getting out of here,” I said. “I’ve got something I need to do.” “Want me to come?” “I’d rather be alone, but thank you.”
