Part this actually happened to me. Imagine your protagonist enters a cafe in their neighbourhood and discovers an exhibition of photographs. As they wait for their coffee, they scan the portraits, mildly curious, and their gaze focuses on a face they know intimately well. That of the love of their life, captured in black and white, in the midst of all those strangers…
Now add in some sizzle and give the exhibition a leading title – such as “people who betrayed me” or “people who saved me.”
What does your protagonist do?
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