Page 111 of Love Unscripted
Robert chuckled. “My son brought it to me. I’ve always loved that book. I didn’t need much convincing.”
“And what was it like being directed by your son?”
“We had a ball.”
Aaron added dryly, “He had very little choice.”
Laughter.
The host moved to Yves, then Ray. The scale of the production. The timing. Trusting God. Each answered with conviction.
Then came the final round.
“How has this project affected your faith? Camille?”
“No matter how bleak things appear,” she said steadily, “God is working. We must trust Him to work it out.”
Aaron followed. “God is sovereign. His ways are perfect. He orders life’s events.”
Ray: “The enemy may think he’s won. But God is still moving.”
Yves: “He’s still a miracle-working God.”
Robert smiled. “Standing for truth is always worth it. If we perish, we perish.”
Applause. The segment closed.
~*~*~*~
Backstage, Camille tried to slip away unnoticed.
“Camille.”
She stopped. Turned.
Aaron stood a few feet away, hands shoved into his jeans pockets like he needed something to do with them.
“Thanks for showing up.”
She blinked. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s my film too.”
He gave a small nod. “I meant… after the last time we saw each other.”
“Well,” she said carefully, “you were clear. You didn’t want to see me ever again on a personal level. Professionally, you’d tolerate it.”
A flicker of regret crossed his face. “Yeah. I did say that.”
She shouldn’t ask. She knew better. But the question pressed against her ribs.
“Do you still feel that way?” Her voice betrayed her, soft and unguarded.
He stared at the floor as if it might hand him the right answer. When he finally looked up, the pain in his eyes hit her square in the chest.
“It really hurt me, Camille. The way you handled that situation with Halden and the law suit. The way you… bent the truth.”
Her throat closed. “I’m sorry. I really am. For not being straight with you. For hiding behind half-truths. For defaulting to… deception.”
His jaw flexed. “Why did you?”
