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My pulse is pumping knowing what this means now. “Whoever is running Legacy Lore knows she took the video, too. I bet that’s the evidence they’re going to drop.”
He nods, the idea clearly taking hold. “This would be a hell of a thing to get caught for. Nicole humiliated Amaya, too. She has to be behind Legacy Lore.”
It makes sense, but something still feels off. Partially because Amaya seemed genuinely upset about all of this during her interview. But if it’s not her, I have no idea who it could be. Which would mean I have no way of stopping them.
“What Nicole did is obviously going to come out anyway, Clara.” Reid leans forward, forearms resting on his knees. “Youshould be the one to tell this story. Not anyone else.”
There’s a hint of the competitor returning to his voice that infuses a confidence in me, too.
My head is spinning, and Reid’s eye is getting more purple by the minute. I’m aware I’m running out of time to get his interview. Running out of time to edit before the banquet tonight. Running out of time to set this right before everyone leaves tomorrow.
My anger started as a slow simmer, but it’s beginning to boil.
This is truly my last chance to settle this.
“Tonight,” I agree finally. “We can do it at the banquet tonight.”
He grins. It’s lopsided from the swelling, but I have to admit, the black eye works for him in a rugged, brooding way.
I adjust the camera’s focus and pull out my notebook, opening it to a page covered with questions.
“Can we get started now?”
CHAPTER THIRTYREID
@haikuforyou
Lost in the thicket
Of your laugh, your hair, your lips
Never to return
AFTER I INTRODUCE MYSELF‚the interview starts with Clara asking me what my favorite part about running is. That’s easy enough to answer.
“I like that you only need to focus on what’s right in front of you. Once you pass someone or hit a mile mark or whatever, it’s behind you and it doesn’t matter anymore. Looking back is a waste of energy. There’s only forward.”
There’s a slight glint in her eye when she says, “Well,myfavorite part is when it’s over.”
That pulls a laugh out of me, and she grins. I feel my shoulders loosen, and we move on to talking about what it was like to move to Woodhurst and start running for the team as a senior.
“It was intimidating, honestly,” I say.
Her expression is surprised. “But you were on track for state.”
“Exactly. Expectations come with a lot of pressure.” I rub my palmsup and down my thighs. “The whole town is rooting for you when you’re a Legacy. To have that kind of support at your back means something. I don’t want to let anyone down.”
Her expression softens a little. “How would you let anyone down?”
I wish I could wrap a hand around my throbbing knee, but I fold my hands in my lap and squeeze them instead. “I guess… not achieving all my goals. I might not ever be a champion again.”
“Do you think anyone ever achievesalltheir goals?”
“I doubt it.”
“Then why do you have to?”
I stare at her, and she stares right back. “Aren’t we supposed to be talking about the Legacy Program?”
