Fernando blinked, his first reaction automatic. "But your physical therapy's not done yet. You gonna be okay on your own?"
I said softly, "I'm talking about you. You've stayed with me long enough. More than enough."
He frowned. "Did Lemuel say something to you? I told him I'm not taking that movie role..."
I asked, calm and steady, "What movie?"
Fernando realized he'd let it slip. He dropped his eyes, guilty, and tried to play it off. "Nothing. Never mind."
I just looked at him, quiet and unwavering. When he didn't budge, I said flatly, "Fine. I'll go ask Lemuel myself."
Fernando caved, gruff and reluctant. "Marcus Goode's new movie. He wants me for the lead."
I froze. Marcus was the top director in the Halnor Republic, world-famous, one of the best in the business.
I never thought
