Crystal stared at the email.
Subject:
**“Film Rights Offer — Full Creative Control + Profit to Pediatric Oncology"**
Below that, the name of one of Hollywood's most respected studios.
She set her coffee down.
“Kevin," she called. “You might want to see this."
He walked in, towel slung over his shoulder, hair still damp. “If it's another gossip headline, I vote we burn the internet."
“It's not gossip," she said, handing him the tablet. “It's a contract."
Kevin scanned it. “They want to adapt your memoir?"
“With me as producer. And every dollar to go to research and outreach."
He looked up, eyes shining. “That's... actually beautiful."
“I wasn't sure," Crystal said. “I never wanted to be someone's spectacle again."
“Then don't be," Kevin replied. “Be the lens instead."
She smile
