LET ME LOVE YOU

ove for Reeve. Other placards express love for Dillon. Up ahead, hanging back just inside the open doorway of Grauman's Chinese Theatre,

long the red carpet, smiling and waving. Excitement prick

rer!"

ts. Acid churns in my gut, and bile pools in my mouth as I grip my husband's arm tighter. The noise of the crowd fades, and all I hear

d my shoulders and pulling me in close to his side. "Someone's

wo women hurling obscenities and accusations my way. But I don't hear anything else. I'm numb to eve

to me, his palms resting on either side of my head. Cocooning us in our own little bubble, he says, "Talk to me." With gentle fingers, he tips my chin up, forcing my gaze to me

e rhythmic beating of his heart grounding me in the m

ng to shove that prick Rawling's balls down his throat until he chokes." Rawlings is the head

nd I already called dibs," my dad

kay?" Mom asks, bun

." "That's my girl." Mom presses a kiss to my temple.

just celebrated their thirty- seventh wedding anniversary, something exquisitely rare in Hollywood these days. One only needs to look at the adoring

t and crew, we make our way into the famous theater, taking

n closed, James, the head of the studio, stands in

e is forcing me into speaking, but it's something I feel compelled to do. My husband leans into me

son I never wanted to follow Reeve or my mom into acting-I don't like attention

you," he says, peering deep into my

in recent times. "I'm hoping

before I stride toward the head of the studio, holding my head up high, projecting confidence even if I'm a basket case on the

rs where I didn't think we would make it to this point. I don't mind admitting I had significant moments of doubt. Moments where I questioned my sanity and whether I could do this. Without the support of my

eyes as I rake my

ls my courage, and their endless support makes me feel like I could climb any

get out of bed some days. When I started writing this story, it was for me. For my children. So they would somed

who never wanted the spotlight but found herself thrust into it anyway. This is a story filled with secrets and lies, drenched in hear

tention. Pride glimmers in his eyes along with powerful emotion. Tonight is as hard for him as it is for me. I hate that I've hurt him

r love anyone as much as I love him. "Most of all, it's a story about true love and how love has the power to sal