The last week of shooting was unbearable. I was a nervous wreck and could barely remember my lines. All I could think about was this mess, and how I was going to get out of it. Every day took all my energy and strength to keep acting like nothing was wrong. The director was getting tired of me, I could tell. I’d been living on borrowed time until I had to tell Anna and possibly blow up the happiest relationship I’d ever had.
Tonight was the wrap party and tomorrow we had lunch with my parents. I exhaled deeply as Mark appeared in our living room and took me in, in all my misery.
“Aren’t you going to get ready?” He looked at me, himself dressed already. Anna and Susan had promised to bring a girl Susan knew from the café to be Mark’s blind date.
“Yeah, give me a second...” I tried fighti
