MY REFLECTION
I wanted to explore the gray area between truth and perception...the silent moments where choices are made long before anyone knows something is different.
We talk about things being black and white all the time.
Right and wrong.
What happens when that line gets blurred by survival? By experience? By knowing that systems are put in place that don’t always protect the people who need it most?
Sloane Carter isn’t a character I’ve written to be liked. She’s written to be understood or at least questioned. The truth is most people aren’t afraid of what’s obvious.They’re afraid of what they can’t see. And if you live in a world where your image is everything - where timelines can be curated, and narratives can be constructed, I wanted to know how much of what we think is actually real and how much of it just makes us feel safe?
This story exists in that gray area. Not in what’s seen. But in what we accept.
JUST CURIOUS...
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Can a relationship survive the truth if it was built on illusion?
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How much of what we believe is based on perception instead of reality?
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If loving them means protecting them…is it still love?
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Would you rather know the truth…or live peacefully in the lie?