That was what her mom had always taught her.
Rowan let out a slow breath.
She didn’t know what doing the right thing looked like yet. She didn’t know what the right step was—not with everything tangled.
But she also knew avoiding what had happened wasn’t the answer.
She closed the Bible and set it back on the nightstand, her fingers lingering on the cover a second before she pulled away.
Her phone sat beside it. Dread filled her. But she couldn’t avoid her messages forever.
She picked it up, and the screen lit. Notifications flooded in. Messages. Missed calls. Alerts.
Her stomach tightened as she unlocked it.
The first thing that loaded wasn’t a text.
It was a news alert—about her.
She’d set them up months ago with her name as a keyword, back when she’d thought staying visible was the same as staying relevant.
Actress Rowan King Missing From Set?—
Production Sources Raise Concerns
Her breath caught.
She tapped the article before she could stop herself.
The image at the top was from a red-carpet event last year. She remembered forcing herself through that night—smiling for cameras so long her cheeks hurt, answering probing questions, pretending she wasn’t exhausted.
Now, looking at the photo again, she could see that her smile looked strained. Her face was pale and drawn. Her eyes appeared distant, almost hollow.
The picture made her look like someone unraveling.
Her chest tightened as she scanned the opening lines.
Sources close to the production ofSilent Witnessreport that actress Rowan King has disappeared without explanation, prompting concern among crew members and production staff.
While representatives have not released an official statement, insiders suggest King had been under increasing pressure in recent weeks over the intense, demanding role she’d taken on for the film . . .
Rowan’s grip tightened on the phone.
Pressure. That was how Vince was framing it. Because certainly he was the one who’d set this all in motion.
Another line caught her attention.
Some sources have raised questions about King’s recent behavior, describing it as “erratic” in the days leading up to her disappearance.
Her stomach dropped.
What? That wasn’t true. She’d acted like herself.
Rowan lowered the phone, her pulse picking up again, faster and sharper now.
This was how destruction started. Not with outright accusations. It started with just enough truth to plant the idea and make people question things.
Her phone buzzed again in her hand. More messages. She couldn’t deal with them right now.
