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his head. “Who the hell is that? Why is she saying that she’s my
girlfriend?”
“Do you have a message for Wyatt right now?” the reporter asked
the woman. He again pointed the microphone at her tiny mouth.
“Yeah, sure.” She scrunched up her face and pondered the ques­
tion. “I guess I’d say, ‘Welcome home, Wyatt, whenever you come
home.’” She blew a kiss and waved.
“That is so pathetic,” Wendy said, now confident enough to be in­
dignant for Wyatt. “What some people will do to get attention.”
In the update that followed, Moff’s ex-wife was shown sitting on a
sofa in her living room, a place Moff had never been. He had always
picked up and dropped off his son at the curb in front of Lana’s
house. His former wife still bore the appearance of someone in con­
trol of her looks, her life, her thoughts. But the interior of the house
surprised him. The furnishings were cozy and casual, and not at all
as neat and prissy as he had imagined they would be. In fact, the
room looked messily lived in, a nice kind of messy, with newspapers
strewn on the table, shoes lying about, a box of Kleenex and photo
albums stacked haphazardly on the coffee table. It was surprising,
considering how rigid she had been about keeping all surfaces ab­
solutely pristine when they were married. She held a framed photo of
Rupert and turned it toward the camera. She spoke in a calm and as­
sured voice: “I know he’s okay. His father is very protective. You see,
Mark would never, never let anything bad happen to our son. He
would do everything in his power to bring him back to me.” Moff
wondered dryly if that was a compliment or an order. But then Lana
reached for a tissue, dabbed her eyes, and began to cry. “I’d give any­
thing to have them both back,” she added in a quavering whisper.
Both? Moff was flummoxed. Was this an overture to be friends—or
more? Heidi quietly watched him and prepared her heart for disaster.
At five o’clock, another special report with Harry Bailley aired,
this time filmed on location in Mandalay. “We’re at the top of gor­
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