"2:15." Gillian cradles the phone, with no place else to call.
Michelle precedes her paramour into the bedroom. Morgan, like a sacrificial lamb, lets himself be led. Michelle attempts to undress him; Morgan fends her off. He points toward the bathroom. Words are nil between them; Michelle simply nods. The bath and bedroom are attached; there is no other exit.

Michelle is praying...

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