The morning came softly, with the pale wash of dawn spilling through the windows. Isabelle stood by the mirror, fastening her earrings as Aimee hovered near the door, still in her pajamas, her bunny plush tucked under one arm.

The little girl was half-asleep, her hair sticking up in soft tufts as she stepped forward, clinging to Isabelle’s pants and silently refusing to let go.

Isabelle smiled gently.

The filming was starting tomorrow and since the location was in the suburbs, she ...