Director James glanced at her before lowering his eyes to the script. “Well, Ms. Smith. Show us what you've got.”
Sabrina nodded, ignoring the internal fear she was having, so it didn't reflect on her performance or way of speech but her heart still pounded so violently she thought everyone could hear it.
She closed her eyes for one brief second.
Then opened them again.
The fear remained.
But so did her determination.
Then she began as she lowered herself into the chair at center stage.
"My husband used to tell me I'd never survive without him." A quiet laugh escaped her. "I believed him."
She let the pause sit.
"I stopped speaking to my family because of my devotion to him. I quit my job. I buried every dream I'd ever had." Her voice stayed even, conversational, almost gentle. "I
