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CHAPTER 12

Auteur: Ene Samuel
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-28 05:06:04

Vivian's POV

He turned to his camera operator. “Roll,” he said.

He said it quietly and then turned away like it was nothing.

“That’s what makes you different”.

I stood on that blue tape mark and watched him walk back to his camera operator and I didn’t move for a second. The room had started up again around me. People talking, equipment being moved, someone laughing at something on the other side of the room.

I just stood there.

Different had never been a good word in my life. Different meant t
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