“You see that? She says I did it. Go ahead — ask him again.”
Mark stared at the ring of red. His face went tight.
I watched his throat move.
For a second I thought he’d come over to my side.
But he just pulled Tyler’s sleeve back down over the marks.
“Anything you say right now just sounds like you’re covering for yourself.”
“What?”
“You’re worked up. You push a kid like that, he’ll say anything.”
Diane stood behind him. She’d been waiting for him to close that door. He closed it.
“Go out and set the record straight with the guests,” Mark said. “You got upset. You misunderstood Tyler. After that, I’ll think about deleting the video.”
I laughed.
It hurt my chest.
“I get grabbed, filmed, cut off from my own meds — and now I have to go out there and admit I’m crazy?”
