He needed advice. He needed someone to tell him he wasn't completely losing his mind.
With dripping hands, Jacob grabbed his phone from the bathroom counter and called Ethan.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service, sorry..."
A mechanical female voice came through the speaker.
[What?! Ethan turned off his phone?!] Jacob thought furiously. [At 11 PM on a Wednesday?! When has he EVER turned off his phone?!]
The rage that had briefly subsided came roaring back.
Jacob threw his phone across the bathroom. It hit the wall and clattered to the floor, screen cracked.
He sat in the cooling bathwater, head in his hands, completely at a loss.
I'm in love with her, he realized with horrifying clarity. I'm in love with my wife. My supposedly forced wife who acts like she's playing a role, who thinks I hate her,
I'm in love with her, and I just ruined everything.
The next day - Film Set
Lily arrived at the studio with panda eyes so dark they looked like she'd been punched.
