Chapter 2

Spencer stared at me. I watched his shock harden, slowly, into something wounded and indignant: a director whose leading lady has walked off mid-scene and taken the script with her. He stepped in closer. His jaw was tight, but he held on to his composure like a man gripping a ship's rail. "You don't have to make it so final, Claire." Then, softer, as if the crack had never happened: "Vanessa's…