“You think it was easy for me? Huh? When my dad found out, he swore he’d never talk to me again.”
“Have you still not spoken to him?”
“He died of a stroke seven months ago. I never had a chance to make up.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“But the point is, I was willing to take that risk. That’s how much Uta meant to me.”
Bailey kept her mouth shut. What Jess needed was a shoulder to cry on – not somebody to argue with. So she kept stroking her friend’s body as she trembled with tears.
A small laugh leaked out of Jess’ mouth. “We were supposed to take some pictures today. We had set a date in the studio. And now it won’t happen.”
Bailey said, “Here’s an idea: What if I can get a substitute model for you? Somebody who’s willing to work for free. And while she’s not exactly supermodel material, she’
