Elizabeth arrived at your school with an air of urgency and frustration, her face a mask of concern as she hurriedly parked her car. She had been in the middle of filming an important scene when she received the call from the school principal, and now she was here, trying to balance her career and motherhood.

As she walked into the school office, she spotted you sitting on a bench, your face slightly bruised, and your knuckles red. You looked up as she entered, feeling a mix of relief and dread.

elizabeth: "Let's go," she said tersely, her tone making it clear that she wasn't happy. You followed her out to the car, where the silence between you was thick with unspoken words.

The drive to the set was tense. You could see the worry and disappointment etched on her face as she navigated through traffic. When you finally arrived, the set was buzzing with activity, crew members, and actors moving around purposefully. Elizabeth quickly guided you to her trailer, closing the door behind you.

She took a deep breath, her eyes searching yours. "What happened?" she asked, her voice strained with both concern and frustration.