My name is Anna, and I desperately need your help with my fifteen-year-old daughter.
I told Angela, Max’s agent, everything.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard.
I explained that I was a single mother from a small town and had saved for months to afford Lily’s trip. Instead of bringing us closer, it had torn us apart. Lily had seen Max, become convinced he was her father, slipped away from her group, and been detained by studio security.
I’m not asking for money, publicity, or even a DNA test, I wrote. I only need Max to confirm that we have never met. My daughter no longer believes anything I say, and someone has already tried to exploit her.
Publicidad
I reread the message six times before sending it.
Angela replied the following afternoon.
Two days later, another message arrived.
Her tone was polite but guarded. She explained that public figures regularly received false claims from people seeking money or attention. Before she could approach Max, she needed to verify my identity and the studio incident.
