The First Time I Knelt: Surrender on the Film Set Floor
The dim-lit lounge on the film set smelled of stale coffee and forgotten scripts. Empty chairs scattered like afterthoughts. She was there, in the low leather armchair, legs crossed, bare feet swaying lazy. Laptop glowing on her lap. Charlotte. Carla Moore. The woman who’d unraveled me without a word. My chest tightened as I pushed…