Revenge and Redemption: Aaron's Tale of Resilience

Chapter sixty-four

Aaron drummed his knuckles against the tabletop as Helen sighed heavily. "Listen, I don't know what else to tell you." He burst out. "They're not the same."

Helen pressed her lips together. She was fully made up for the cameras, the heavy, pancake makeup hiding the lovely glow her skin had developed these past few days. Seeing that glow was one of the best things about sharing a room with her. The other best things included seeing her bare toes peeking out from under the crisp white sheets as she slept diagonally across the huge bed, listening to her mumble herself awake before she realized he was listening, and watching her brush her hair away from her neck before she twisted it up into that bun she always wore.

But thinking nice thoughts about sharing a room with her wasn't how this scene was supposed to play out. From behind the cameras, Catherine, their director, mimed snapping her fingers at him and then drawing her finger across her throat. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

Right.