CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN – THE DIRECTOR’S TEMPTATION

Later, in her trailer, Madison changed out of her costume, a sense of accomplishment settling in her bones. She pulled out her phone, a sudden longing for her family tugging at her heartstrings. A video call with Donald popped up on the screen. With a smile, she answered. A chubby face filled the screen, a wide grin splitting it in two. "Mama!" he squealed, his voice filled with excitement. "Spaceship zoom zoom!" He held up a precariously constructed structure of blocks, complete with a crumpled tissue paper as a sail. Madison's heart melted. "Wow, Donald, that's an amazing spaceship!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine awe. They spent the next few minutes chatting, Donald proudly showcasing his creation, Madison showering him with praise. It wasn't much, but it was a precious connection, a reminder of why she poured her heart and soul into her work. Hanging up, a renewed sense of purpose settled over her. She wouldn't let the long hours on set come between her and her