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.”

argument but couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

this? Engage in a single scene first. If you genuinely find it unmanageable, I won’t press the

moment

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

the script, her eyes scanning its contents

precipice of death, a poignant exchange unfolded between her

Sarah gently closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting back to days gone

early chapters of Sarah’s life were

hinterlands, she suffered maltreatment and ostracization at the hands

and emaciated, bore the brunt of bullying and mockery from

sought refuge at a secluded watering hole, her

kind spirit, a girl of her