“The insurance liability—” Finn started.
Lena looked at the wheelchair. Polished. New. A prop.
“Excuse me?” Finn blinked.
The crew started watching her. Not with pity, but with respect. She showed up at 5:00 AM, did her own cane-work choreography, and never once asked for a stool between takes. When the lighting guy spent too long trying to “soften” her face, she walked over to his monitor, pointed at the deep lines around her mouth and the scar on her eyebrow (real, from a fall in 1988).
“They want you,” Ari said, his voice a little too bright. “Not as a cameo. As the lead.”
“I’m already hurt,” she said. “That’s the point.”
