of it. It still hurt to move it; tears still sprang to her eyes when someone bumped it.
âThereâs no such thing as too concerned. I think Brody Wickham is the real deal. I saw him watching you all dayâIâm telling you, if you had slipped from that swing, he has arms that could catch you.â
âI think heâs just as likely to let me hit the ground.â
âHeâd take a bullet for you. I can see it in his eyes.â
Perfect. Just what she wantedâanother person dying because of her.
Okay, yes, maybe she couldnât dislodge him from her brainâespecially that smug expression as he tried to catch a glimpse at her phone.
Good thing sheâd deleted the text. See, a person shouldnât save text messages on their phonesânot in the new age of spy games.
No, sheâd just have to keep his attention diverted while she played out her extracurricular activities.
âI thought rehearsals went okay today, didnât you?â She peered in the mirror at her bloodshot eyes, a few gathering wrinkles around her mouth. Okay, she shouldnât be quite so hard on herself. With the right makeup, she could turn the head of a photographer. At least as Vonya.
âI think youâre brilliant. I love the swing song.â
She thought it was one of her cheesier pieces, but the crowds loved it. And Vonya vamped it up well, although it was one of the few songs that felt most like one Ronie might sing. All the same, it didnât matter what persona she played onstage, as long as it opened doors. As Vonya sheâd held a concert for the troops overseas, sheâd raised money for UNICEF, sheâd visited the refugee camps in Africaâ¦
All, of course, Tommy used for the good of her career. She used it for the good of her heart.
And in Zimbala, sheâd met Kafara Nimba, a nine-year-old orphaned boy who had captured her heart.
This trip, sheâd bring him home.
âIs it okay if I take off? I left the Thai food on the counter. And Tommy said heâd be by later to check on you and go over the itinerary.â
Ronie cinched the towel around her and opened the door. âAre you picking up Lyle or am I?â
âIâll goâweâll meet you at the airport on Saturday morning. Listen, youâre all packed, you just need to get yourself there on time. No more holding the plane while you run through security.â
âThey didnât believe I was Vonyaâwhat could I do?â
âThatâs your fault for traveling as yourself.â
Yeah, see, no one recognized her when she simply playedâ¦herself. Not even her, anymore.
Leah hadnât moved from the door, and Ronie stilled. She closed her eyes when Leah said softly, âIâll be praying for you. For the record, I think youâre doing the right thing.â
Her feet clicked on the cork floor down the hallway. Ronie pressed her hand to the foggy mirror and pulled it away, watching her handprint. The right thing.
Yes, eventually it would be.
A half hour later, her face scrubbed clean, wearing her green Hulk pajama pants and an oversize Harvard sweatshirt, she found the Thai food in the kitchen in the middle of an otherwise empty countertop.
The entire apartment on the top floor of her buildingin SoHo reflected Vonyaâs eccentric style, thanks to Tommy Dâs vision for who she should beâat least for the various magazines that wanted an âinsider lookâ into her life. The past year and a half, sheâd risen in popularity so much she barely recognized the woman who just loved to write songs in the quiet of her room. From the S-shaped workspace suspended on cables in the middle of the kitchen, to folding Japanese screens that separated the spaces, to the two-story windows overlooking the skyscape of New York, the place exuded the artistic, eccentric flare of Vonya.
The only room Ronie claimed for herselfâand sheâd practically had to
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