Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“I’m telling the truth,” Camden maintained.

Observing Sabrina’s reluctance, Camden adopted a more earnest tone.

“You don’t aspire to become an actress, do you?”

Sabrina hesitated briefly before nodding. “I simply wish to evade the relentless scrutiny of reporters and netizens. I don’t desire to be the center of attention.”

Camden embarked on a persuasive argument, “In reality, your apprehension is somewhat unwarranted and of minimal consequence. Our team is adept at handling such matters. What are the intentions of those paparazzi? To profit, correct? As long as you provide them with financial incentives, they’ll refrain from intruding into your personal life. Consider the recent plight of stars who’ve fallen from grace. Was it the result of paparazzi exposure? No, it was invariably the actions of others. As long as you abide by the law, what can the paparazzi and online denizens do? Their disparaging remarks stem from their own inadequacy.”

peculiar in Camden’s argument but couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

enticing compromise, “How about this? Engage in a single scene first. If you genuinely find it unmanageable, I

for a moment before conceding, “Very

his seat, procuring a script with alacrity. Swiftly, he thumbed through its pages until he pinpointed Sarah’s role. “Here,

the script, her eyes scanning its contents

the hero grievously wounded Sarah. As she teetered on the precipice of death, a poignant exchange

Sarah gently closed her eyes, her

of Sarah’s life were marked

in human guise but bore fox-like ears. Abandoned in the rural hinterlands, she suffered maltreatment and ostracization at the hands of villagers who branded her a monstrous aberration. For years, she roamed aimlessly, only finding solace when she was taken

meager means and Sarah, frail and emaciated, bore the brunt of

she sought refuge at a

girl of her own age, approached