Nineteen
Ryan
“No,” Carla whispered. Her face fell, and I wrapped an arm around her.
The cameras turned off and the crew herded us to the side. Production assistant Luisa explained something to us, but it all went over my head. All I could see was the look of defeat on Carla’s face. f**k. I’d failed her. I had to fix this somehow.
Luisa gave us back all our personal belongings, including our phones, then gestured toward the parking lot. “That van will take you to the airport for your flight to Los Angeles in two hours and—”
“No,” I interrupted. “It’s almost midnight and Carla needs to rest. We’re not leaving tonight.”
“But—”
“I don’t give a s**t if I have to pay for it myself. We’re flying out tomorrow.”
Luisa shrank a little at my tone, but then went to check with her boss. I wrap
