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The Kennard Porter Private Residence
4589 Honey Drew Lane
United States of America
Bette watched as Tina paced the living room floor. She knew that her wife was full of nervous energy. Right now she didn’t know how to help her. Tina’s mind was back in the lecture theatre she was in seven years ago, she was a guest lecturer that day.
Bette hated seeing her wife in this much pain. She wanted to wipe it out. the attack had happened when their relationship was broken because of Bette’s actions.
Tina stopped pacing when there was a knock at the door, Bette got up and answered the door. Dani and some of time’s personal team walked in, all looking shocked.
Dani looked at Tina who was now dressed in jeans and a shirt.
“What is going on?” Dani asked sitting down and taking out her iPad pro with her iPen.
“Tina was asked a question as we left the studio and it’s hit a nerve.” Bette said
“I heard, what is going on here we need to fix this,”
“We can’t fix it.” Tina said, sitting onto the sofa. her hand rubbing the back of her neck before reaching out and taking Bette’s hand. she found herself playing with Bette’s wedding ring. She was trying to stay calm.
“What do you mean we can’t fix it? the question was about the UCLA attack. You were a senator when it happened.”
“I was also still doing guest lecturer spots.” Tina whispered. “Recess was happening and I was teaching because it’s my passion. I had come to LA to try and fix my marriage.”
“This happened the same time as Bette’s affair how has it never come out,”
“The courthouse declared the media couldn’t name the victims, to ensure they would give evidence against the preps.” Bette said slowly. “The records of the attack are completely sealed.”
“Is there a reason for that?”
“Because the preps were home grown terrorist.” Tina said slowly.
Bette could feel Tina shaking. she knew that Tina’s mind would be racing. it was rare that she spoke about it.
Dani looked at her boss. She didn’t know what they were going to do.