Caleb Cross hid his secrets well, but not that well, especially after the fiasco of the morning we’d had. Everything about him alluded to a secret. My elbow tingled with the urge to nudge him out of his thoughts before people started asking questions. Questions about us and our relationship as Mary had that Sunday afternoon. However, that’s a secret for us alone. Anyone on this production might accuse him of favoritism and then chaos would ensue. So I needed him to lower the mysteriousness, his eyes constantly flickering between camera and screen, person to person, behind him and in front of him.
No. A thought itched in my head until I finally had to scratch it. Not just a secret. Paranoia, perhaps. I’ve been watching him carefully since he’d requested I stay within the makeup trailer whi
