Page 60 of Tipping Point

“Yes,” I state immediately.

“Why?” She’s genuinely curious. She knows why it matters to her. She wants to know why it matters to me.

“I don’t know.”

“When you figure it out, will you tell me?”

She takes the book from me, closes it, and hugs it to her chest. “I filmed him for a year.”

“Where?”

“In Brittany, France.”

“A whole year in the same place?”

She smiles. “The next one could be longer.”

“What next one?”

She places the book carefully back on the table, launching into an explanation of her next project, the artisans along the Silk Road, the last ones who know their craft.

“That’s fascinating,” I say earnestly. “Why aren’t you there right now?”

“Dixon asked me to help out with this. With High Velocity. Besides, my proposal hasn’t exactly been picked up yet. I’ll have to fund the filming and then hope I can pitch it after the fact.”

“Won’t WebFlix Max take it on?”

“I’m not sure.”

“You work for WebFlix Max, and you haven’t pitched them?”

“I work for Dixon, who works for WebFlix Max.”

“Camille,” I say. She shivers. “You should pitch them.”

“I don’t know. Let’s just get this done and when Dixon comes back, then I’ll see what I can do.”

“I’ll fund you.”

“Finn, please. Don’t.”

I suddenly want nothing more than for her to do this project, to show the world these extraordinary people.

“I already am!” She laughs when I voice it. “I am actively showing the world extraordinary people.”

I frown.

“I mean you, Finn.” She laughs. It’s a gorgeous sound. “What you do is extraordinary. You drivers are literally superhuman. What you do, it’s incredible. It’s a talent as rare as the ones I hope to capture in the future.”

She’s being factual.

This perspective she has of me takes my breath away.

She doesn’t see a man who took a mother from two young kids.

She doesn’t see a kid abandoned by his mother.

She looks at what I do, and she admires it. After how I’ve been treating her.

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