My hand shook so hard I almost dropped the phone again. But I managed to say, “They… they put my private photos online. I can’t act in it anymore.”
“What?!” That steady, familiar voice turned into a roar of anger.
When I forwarded him the entertainment headlines, he practically spat through the line. “Huh! Does he think all of your mother’s comrades are dead? That we’ll just sit by and let some kept woman trample on her daughter’s name? Isla, don’t be afraid. Every one of your mother’s old colleagues will return. We’ll stand behind you.”
