"Where will you be going today?" Ava asked as she carefully packed Harlow's manuscript and other essentials into her bag.
"To Shoot Pictures. I'll be submitting my script there, and hopefully, they'll call back soon," Harlow replied calmly. She had taken every precaution to secure the copyright of her work, she knew all too well how major corporations could steal ideas from independent scriptwriters.
Ava paused and gave her a concerned look. "Make sure you're careful. Don't forget, your father is still looking for you."
Harlow nodded. The memory of her last encounter with her father was enough to send a shiver down her spine. If he ever found her, she was certain he wouldn't hesitate to harm her.
"Yes, Mother," Harlow said with mock drama, trying to lighten the mood. Ava smiled knowingly. Her overprotectiveness was born from love, and Harlow appreciated it more than words could express. Ava was the only person who had truly cared for her, through thick and thin.
