His Silent Vengeance: A Director's Redemption

The smell of antiseptic still clung to me, a phantom reminder of the fire that consumed my old life.

Lying in a hospital bed, a mummy of bandages, I clutched onto the last hope: an experimental skin graft, my only chance to survive.

I was a special effects artist, the guy behind the scenes, but I'd clawed my way to this lifeline.

Then, Jocelyn Chavez, my protégée, the girl I' d trained and paid for, walked in. My "little sister." Her eyes were red, but not for me.

"Andrew," she stammered, "you have to give it to Matthew. He needs his looks. He's a leading man, Andrew. You're…