Jay stepped into the modeling wing of Kim’s company, the familiar hum of early morning preparations echoing in the background. Staff moved about briskly—setting up lights, checking lens settings, fixing hair and touch-ups. The air smelled faintly of coffee, foundation, and freshly printed call sheets. It should have felt like a normal day, but Jay knew it wasn’t.

He took a slow breath, adjusting the strap of his bag as he stepped further inside. He’d been gone for a while, but now, ...