The Actor's Contract
my voice rips out, strangled, uneven, like it’s being squeezed from my lungs.
“She’s fine,” someone says, maybe Brick, maybe a guard, maybe God.
I focus back on Lili.
Briana walks briskly, moving back to the boutique with Lili clutched tightly to her chest like a precious porcelain doll. Her head is buried against that tatted neck, her tiny fists clutching Briana’s shirt like a lifeline.
I lift a shaky hand as if to call them back.
“She’s just getting the little one out,” Brick says softly, not meeting my eyes. “It’s not good for her to see …” His tone is heavy, the kind that carries unspoken fear, and his words hang in the air, unfinished.
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