Page 108 of The Interview

“Not really.” Even to myself, I sound like a sulky kid when I reply. “But I will.”

Cam shifts beside me, because we both know, without a shadow of a doubt, that if they have that picture, then they’ve definitely got the one of him and me outside the restaurant.

I have a decision to make and decide on the spot to go with part truth, part lie.

“We bumped into Cam on our way into the restaurant.”

“So, that was another one of those two or three times you saw him over the course of those twelve years?” Daniel asks.

“Yes, right there, along with my husband.Webumped into Cam and his date on the way into the restaurant, as they were leaving,” I bite out.

“Tamara Wa—” Daniel starts.

“Nope, absolutely fucking not,” Cam cuts him off.

I deliberately left out the name of Cam’s date for Harry’s sake. It’s public knowledge who his birth mother was. Harry and our other kids all know. They also know how she died, right along with the rest of the world. That doesn’t mean we want it all dragged up again, and for H to receive any unwanted publicity.

“We told you, the kids are off-limits, and mentioning Tamara has you skating on very thin ice,” Cam warns.

“Fair enough. I honestly didn’t think of the connection. I apologise,” Daniel says. “Harry, I’m truly sorry.”

I turn to look at our eldest. With long legs, broad shoulders, dark hair and eyes, he’s the absolute image of his dad. I watch as he slides his hands into the pockets of his grey jogging bottoms and shrugs.

“She’s just the woman I unfortunately share some genes with. My mum… my parents are sitting right there.” He gestures towards Cam and me with a head tilt.

“I’ll have that cut from the final?—”

“Damn fucking straight you will.” Cam doesn’t even let Daniel finish.

“We’ll move on, shall we?” Daniel suggests.

“Let’s,” Jimmie says. “But first, I think maybe a drink is in order.”

“A-fuckin-men,” Ash cries.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

GEORGIA

We don’t bother just filling our glasses. The coffee table in front of the sofa is now home to an ice bucket with a bottle of Prosecco in it, as well as another ice bucket containing ice and a bottle of bourbon.

I’m probably going to have to mention at some stage during this interview that my family doesn’t have a problem with alcohol. Yes, we like a drink, especially when we’re all together, but once this interview is over, we probably won’t have another session like this until Christmas.

The two armchairs that sit in front of the fire, where my parents were snoring earlier, have been moved to the sofa, and the kids have pulled their stools in closer to sit behind us.

I’m surrounded by my emotional support team as I prepare to talk publicly about one of the worst periods of my life.

But first, we’re treated to a few more images of Sean and me in absolute pregnant bliss, including photos of Sean kissing my belly on a beach in Portugal. Thankfully, the ones of him sucking on my nipple that day are not shown. There are random images of us shopping, me shopping, being helped in and out of cars byDave or Milo. On the whole, there’s nothing very interesting, but there are a few up there I haven’t seen before.

And then comes the video footage from the charity gig the band did on my birthday.

I was around six months pregnant, my baby bump very obvious in the cream dress I’m wearing.

The band are on stage singing “My View’s Better”, and I will shamelessly admit that even knowing the song is about me, I bloody love it.

Me, Jim, and Ash are standing close to the front, with Milo behind us, and Dave to the side, making sure no one gets too close. Sean’s eyes are fixed on me as he sings about long legs and blue eyes.