Milly was starting to wish she’d taken the time to do an internet search. She’d had a really bad night and hadn’t had a moment to herself all day. Both her body and brain were tired, and she didn’t have the energy for this. “What lies? What do people believe?”

There was a pause. “According to the press, I’ve broken up the happiest marriage in Hollywood. I’m a home-wrecker. The Other Woman.”

Milly went cold. She thought of Richard. There’s someone else . . . “You—what?”

“Go to any news site and you can read all about it. Two truths and a lie. Or is it two lies and a truth? I can’t remember. And it doesn’t really matter because no one is interested in the truth anyway. The people who write all that stuff about me just want clicks, and the people who read it want proof that my amazing-looking life isn’t so amazing. Celebrity downfall is a great cure for envy, didn’t you know? Yes she’s rich, but is she really happy? Well, no, she isn’t.” Nicole slurred her words slightly, and Milly felt a growing wave of nausea.

I’m a home-wrecker.

Why did it have to be that? Nicole had a colorful dating history, with a reputation for falling for her costars, but to the best of Milly’s knowledge she’d never been involved with anyone who was married. For Milly the topic was something of a trigger given recent circumstances. She had to force herself to remember that this wasn’t about her.

“You are overthinking this, Nicole. Most people are too busy handling their own problems and making it through each day to worry about what is happening to you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. When people have problems they look around them for someone who has it worse so that they feel better about their own lives. They think Well, at least I’m not her. My problems are a source of entertainment. Remember when we used to play three wishes?”

And just like that she was right back in her childhood, curled up on her bed watching Nicole paint her nails.

If you could have three wishes, what would you wish for?

Milly frowned. “We haven’t played that game for at least two decades.”

“If I had one wish it would be to put the clock back and start again.” Nicole’s gaze was fixed on Milly’s face. “How about you?”

One wish.

“I don’t know. I don’t waste time wishing for things anymore.”

“Why not?” Nicole spoke softly. “Wishing tells you what you really want.”