Samantha “Cut!” The director’s voice snapped through the set, pulling me out of the storm I had just thrown myself into. A second ago, I had been screaming, my whole body shaking like my child had truly been taken from me. Now I stood still, trying to breathe. My heart was still racing. My chest felt tight. My nerves hadn’t caught up to reality yet. I blinked a few times, forcing myself back. No one rushed me. The crew stayed quiet, giving me space. They were used to this. When I went too deep into a role, it took time to come back. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and took a slow breath. Then another. Little by little, the tension loosened. When I finally lifted my head, the panic faded into something steady. “Great job today, Callum,” I said, my voice calm again. He stared at me for a moment, like he was still trying to understand what he had just seen. Then he ran a hand through his hair and let out a breath. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “You were incredible.” He
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