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“I’ve spent several nights there myself,” she says with an understanding smile. “Thank you for relieving Silvia and I last night. We were both severely sleep deprived.”
“Oh, you’re welcome,” I lean forward and throw my arms around her. “Trey just told her that he is here for the duration. He’s determined to figure out what is going on.”
“That’s good,” she says hesitantly. “I still can’t believe he would think I had anything to do with it,” she adds, shaking her head and widening her eyes. “That’s just as crazy as Tyler accusing him of killing Victor.”
“I’m sorry, Vanessa,” Trey says, walking up to us. “I was just reacting to everything that was going on. I wasn’t thinking.” He reaches out to give her a hug.
“You were always my rock, Trey,” she says gazing up at him through watery eyes. “If there was ever a time I needed someone to talk to, it’s now.”
“I know. We have all been overtired, over sensitive and under attack, so you aren’t the only one feeling that way,” he explains, still holding her in his arms.
“Yeah, I know you have endured the relentless media scrutiny.” She sighs and drops her arms to her sides. “I can’t blame you for wanting to get away.”
“I just told Mom that I’m not going anywhere until everything is resolved,” he tells her with a very sincere expression on his face. “Things can’t keep spinning out of control the way they have been.”
“Thank you,” she replies giving both of us a look of relief. “Now you two go get some rest. Silvia or I will call you if there is any change.”
“Okay, I would like to talk to Dr. Novacek this afternoon too, so I’ll be back,” he tells her as we turn and head for the elevator.
“Oh, by the way, I think I will give this to you instead of Silvia,” she says as an afterthought, pulling the New York Times from her bag. “I don’t think she will appreciate the front page article today.”
“Why?” I ask, immediately answering my own question by unfolding it and reading the headline: Addison Documents Reveal Scandalous Affair. “Oh fuck! Mom is going to kill me.” I cringe, unable to even fathom how pissed she is going to be.
“They actually included pictures of the letters?” Mandy gasps with an expression of horror instantly taking hold. “If Silvia doesn’t kill us, Dad will for sure. Is this what you and Perry talked about yesterday?”
“No.” I think back to our conversation. “Although, I guess I did tell him he could use it however he saw fit. Fuck. I can’t believe he gave them pictures of the actual letters.”
“They could have at least blurred them a little,” Mandy adds as she examines one of the pictures. “You can actually read what Dad wrote in this one.” She looks up with terror-filled eyes. “He’s going to absolutely kill us!”
“Why can’t anything just go smoothly?” I grab her hand and turn toward the elevator. “Please keep this to yourself for now, Vanessa.”
“I will. Go get some rest,” she says, as if sleeping will even be an option right now.
“I booked a nice, little suite at Park South for the next few days,” I whisper to Mandy after the elevator doors close. “It’s not the fanciest, but it’s real close and no one will ever think of looking for us there.”
“The way you say that makes you sound a little paranoid,” she replies with an unsettled look.
“Between our parents, Tommy and whoever else… I have plenty of reasons to avoid everyone right now. That’s why I think we will just walk the few blocks to the hotel instead of taking a limo.” I squeeze her hand reassuringly, even though I don’t have complete confidence in the plan myself.
Chapter 16
Mandy
After all of the sitting we have been doing, it feels good to walk in the fresh morning air. Just as my legs are getting warmed up we reach our destination. Compared to the other hotels I have stayed at with Trey, this one is elegant and modern but is nothing nearly as overwhelming. Trey is right though, Tommy will never think of looking for us here.
“I have a reservation for Addison,” Trey tells the clerk at the front desk.
She smiles and glances over at a copy of the New York Times. “Trey Addison?” she confirms after punching a few keys on the computer.
“Right, and yes my mother had an affair with her father,” he says in a rather dismissive tone. “I’m not expecting any calls or visitors so if anyone asks, I am not here.”
