He Priced Me At A Penny So I Married Another Chapter 24
He set a cup of warm water beside me.
“If you need to stop, then stop. Tomorrow is soon enough.”
I took a sip and kept going, writing down the posting time and source of every video.
By the time dawn was close, I had sent the files to the event organizer and to a lawyer.
The organizer replied quickly.
She said Tori would not be allowed into the flea market. But the park itself had open public walkways, and Tori had already announced she would livestream from the entrance. After what happened last year, many vendors had questioned why the organizers hadn’t stopped it sooner. They were planning to make a public statement next Saturday and were willing to play the unedited material.
At the end of her email, she asked me:
*You do not need to appear in person. But if you’re willing to speak, we’ll hand the megaphone to you—not to her.*
I stared at that sentence for a long time.
When Carol found out, she came over carrying the sewing basket.
“Don’t go. Let the lawyer handle it. You’ve already left that place behind.”
She said that, but her fingers were still gripping the corner of the pale yellow quilt.
I knew she was afraid of me standing in front of that display board again.
The truth was, I was afraid, too.
Every time I closed my eyes, I could still remember the feel of the thermos striking my knuckles, still remember the crowd looking at me the way people look at a used item.
I took the quilt corner from Carol’s hand and covered the half of my name my mother had left with my palm.
“I’m not going back to beg them to believe me.”
“When that poster went up, no one asked if I wanted it there. Now I’m going to tell them myself that it was never a joke.”
Everett sat by the table and didn’t say anything that tried to decide for me.
He only opened his calendar.
“There’s a train Friday night. If you want to go, I’ll come with you. If you change your mind at the last minute, we’ll have dinner at the station and come back.”
I clicked on the organizer’s email.
“I’ll be there.”
The moment the message sent, the lawyer called.
She had already reviewed everything. She said the backup poster in Tori’s new preview was the exact one that had appeared at the first market.
“Don’t ask her to destroy it yet. Let her bring it.”
“She’s kept the most important piece of evidence for you all this time.”