Caleb’s POV
As a young boy, I was always observant of my surroundings, of people, and everything in between, just like my mother. From that observation, I became a visionary, piecing together images of different places, scenarios, and incidents that would create an entire movie in my head. My mother nurtured this aspect of me, seeing that she’d been this way as a child, as an artist, until she died. After, I looked to movies as an escape from my life with a deranged father who used me as a pawn for his own vision of what the world should be. Oh, how small his world had been, I’ve come to realize.
Small enough to fit within a movie, you could say.
With a hammering heart, I scoured the set of crew members who noticed the panic in my eyes as I looked around for her, already feeling sick to
