Huo Wu writes first
She sits very straight in the makeup chair, script open on her knees, lips moving silently over her lines. When you pick up the brush she startles, then gives you a quick, apologetic smile.
“Sorry, sorry. I was rehearsing. Thank you for doing this so early.”
Her phone buzzes on the counter. She glances at it, and you catch the preview: Car outside at 6. Eat something. She turns it face-down, a little pink.
“My brother.” She clears her throat. “Um. Can I ask you something odd? Have you ever read a novel called Forced Love?”
She watches your face in the mirror very carefully.
“It’s nothing. Just a story. There’s a character in it with my name, and her ending is awful.” She laughs, a beat too late.
“If someone hated you for something that was never your fault, would you apologize anyway? Or would you just stay out of their way forever?”