Stolen Scripts, Shattered Life

built me a private editing suite, a sleek, soundproofed room where I could lose mysel

he' d say, kissing my

character I brought to life. He was my biggest fan, my only audience. I was so safe, so loved, and so completely isolated. He'

ieved

Sundance Film Festival, a place I hadn't dared to think about in years. The photo wa

r, Sabrina Lawrence, stood in

ey were describi

key scene where she confronts her estranged father in a dust storm. It was all there, ripped directl

and started to shake. I

and. His arm was wrapped tightly around Sabrina Lawrence's waist, his head

or a production crunch. He