laugh echoed acro
d finger at Cecile. "House 5! The mud shack! Oh my
the chat moved so
rm
o freeze to d
wo hours bef
features into a mask of deep, agonizing pity. She took a step
ing the main camera. "This isn't right. That shack i
Put your pride aside. Let Damien come stay in House 3
cile said no, she was a monster denying her child warmth. If she said yes,
e a shred of decency left in your cold heart, give t
as. It was a house rigged with cameras in every corner, ruled by a woman who pi
the world
brought both of her hands up and cl
olid, completely blocking out Hayleigh'
ise of the world. Through the small gap between her fingers, he caught a brief glimpse of the tight, furious line of her jaw before she gently
s for a second longer before letting them drop. She stepped
ayleigh. Her eyes were li
t. "Why don't you care about the fact that your son spat his chewed gum ont
tled red. She looked frantically at the cameras, openin
ponse. She turned her head,
ake smile
ep forward. "My son is not a prop for your maternal
ep back. Tears instantly welled in her eyes. "I... I was only
She turned her terrifyin
re. "No production member or cast member may forcefully separate a parent-child unit during the survival
d the legal documents, let alone weaponize them. The director quickl
"Alright! Guides, please take the
d. Without looking back at the stunned crowd, she followed C
s vanished from her eyes, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated venom. Besid
rocks and thick mud. Cecile was wearing thin, flat designer shoes. Ever
uickened his pace, his small hand gripping hers tighter, try
sted a s
tting wooden shed. The door hung off one hinge. Half the ro
shack, then at Cecile, a flas
ou look into the lens and say you can't do it, production is leg
s. She knew exactly what Octavi
aid flatly. "I
eching, rotting door, and stepped into the
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