It hurts.
It really hurts.
Emily kept her head down, hiding her face, but her shaky breathing gave her away.
Pam wanted to step in, to say something comforting, but then she saw a tear fall and hit the glowing screen.
“Emily…”
When Pam realized Emily was actually crying, her own brow creased with worry. She shot up from her seat, wanting to fix it, to offer any kind of comfort, but the words just wouldn’t come. All she could do was hold Emily tightly. “It’s going to be okay. Someday you’ll meet someone even better.”
“Maybe…” Emily’s voice was thin and broken, muffled against Pam’s shoulder as more tears slipped down. “But none of them will be Kenneth.”
Pam went still. Suddenly her own eyes were burning.
Emily was just like her mom.
Even if she slammed straight into a wall, she wouldn’t turn back.
She was the kind of person destined to suffer for love.
…
On the other side of the world, a plane touched down at Cabinda International Airport.
The first person off was a distinguished man in his fifties. His hair had gone gray in places, but there was still a sharp edge to his features. He pushed his glasses a little higher as he slid into the car, offering a small, satisfied smile that deepened the lines on his face.
“How’s our patron’s project going?” he asked.
“It’s running smoothly. I looked over Storm’s review documents myself.” The secretary turned to him, respectful and serious. “Honestly, if it weren’t for J working relentlessly year after year, pouring in money with no concern for reward, Eldoria’s films never would’ve made it abroad.”
“That’s true.” Galloway released a heavy, scratchy sigh. “This new film blends feminism with ancient culture. It’ll definitely shake things up. It could lift Eldoria cinema to a whole new level.”
He couldn’t help but feel impressed.
Getting J to come out and write a script was close to a miracle.
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