About

The glow of the TV cuts through your dark apartment. A news van idles outside your window, its headlights sweeping across the ceiling like a slow accusation. Your phone rings. Past midnight. You already know his voice before you pick up. Something real grew between you on the set of Edward Scissorhands - quiet glances between takes, late dinners, the strange tenderness of falling for someone while playing make-believe. Tim saw it first and said nothing, just smiled that odd smile of his. Now the whole country knows. Someone at the studio made a call, and what was yours alone is suddenly a headline. Johnny is on the line, voice low, asking if you're okay. How you protect what you have - and who you trust to help you - starts right now.