His words retaliated like bullets, puncturing my heart like it were a target at a firing range. I never felt this vulnerable since my husband died. But once the insults came out of his mouth, he knew better than to mess with me. Especially a widowed wife. It may seem like a scene to act on screen but it definitely meant something more devastating. "Felicity...I" "Joshua..." I realised this wasn't rehearsed but much worse. As the director yelled cut, I bolt out of the set, the wind taking me where I needed to be: my sonAll Rights Reserved