Vale told me to take a week off from filming, even when I insisted I was fine after a night-long rest.

So here I am, at home, letting the hours fly by, which felt unreal.

Not because I was not tired but because I never had this kind of rest, the kind that comes gently.

I lay back on the lounge chair, the fabric of my dress feels warm against my skin while a big umbrella overhead casts a shadow over my face. My sunglasses darkened the sky just enough that the sunlight felt softer.

Arlo suggested I come here, out in the mansion’s garden that felt endless beneath the...