Ian’s POV
Victoria’s voice crackled faintly through the speaker, bright yet distant — like a star too far from earth to warm anything.
“I’ve been trying to reach Mom all day, but the network’s terrible on set,” she explained hurriedly. “Please tell her I’m sorry I couldn’t make it tonight. I love her — truly. I promise I’ll visit soon.”
I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers to my temple.
“Victoria, you’ve said that for three years now,” I replied, my tone firmer than I intended. “Every family gathering becomes my responsibility alone. How do you expect me to face her again?”
She sighed — that elegant, rehearsed sigh she reserved for interviews and press calls.
“Ian… acting isn’t a hobby anymore. The new season premieres soon, and tonight’s casting rehearsal is crucial. You, of all p
