Georgia said, reading over my shoulder. I sat typing on the single computer in the newsroom, taking up the spot at her desk where she normally sat. Getting the articles out on RI were top priority as we entered the final week of the program, so Georgia let me take over the newsroom in any way that I needed to. “This is a wonderful interview you got with Haley Goodwin. Great human interest.”“Isn’t it?” I agreed, but my fingers never left the keyboard. I kept focusing on the story.I could feel Georgia’s stare tickling the back of my neck, and even though I sensed that it was supposed to be a hint that she wanted something, I didn’t give her the attention she demanded. “Okay, you know you’re going to have to spill the beans sooner or later, don’t you?” she asked.“Spill the beans about what?” I kept typing. I was certain she’d probably heard about (or witnessed firsthand) my sister’s terrible attitude, and as much as everyone was eager to figure out what was going on with Bailey, I did not want to go there.
