Alan's actor turned on his heel and walked away.
Logan finally snapped out of his trance. "Cut!"
Everyone let out a sigh of relief. The crew exchanged glances, some of them visibly shaken.
Alan's actor sighed, rolling his shoulders as if trying to shake off the character. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. "That was intense."
Charlotte blinked rapidly, grounding herself back into reality. She could still feel the scene clinging to her, but she forced a smile. "Did it look good?"
Logan stared at her for a moment, then scoffed lightly, running a hand down his face. "Good? Charlotte, that was incredible." He turned to the crew. "We're keeping that take. No reshoots needed."
The praise washed over her, but she barely heard it. She clenched her fists, hiding the blood from the others.
She knew all too well that the tremble in her hands wasn't just an act. The scene before her felt eerily familiar—too familiar. It reminded her of Julian.
