The house is quiet.
Soft golden light filters through the curtains.
Destiny sits on the couch, scrolling through her phone.
She suddenly stops.
Her expression changes.
She has been thinking about Brooke.
The tension.
The tears.
The way Brooke has been struggling with everything surrounding Isaiah.
Destiny sighs deeply.
She picks up her phone.
She presses Brooke’s name.
The phone rings.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Finally—
Her voice sounds tired.
Destiny immediately notices.
There is a long silence.
Brooke tries to hide her emotions.
Destiny shakes her head.
She knows Brooke is lying.
Brooke looks down.
Her eyes slowly fill with tears.
Destiny’s expression softens.
Brooke wipes her cheek.
Destiny takes a breath.
She chooses her next words carefully.
Brooke looks surprised.
Destiny sits forward.
Her voice becomes more serious.
Brooke remains silent.
Brooke’s eyes fill with tears again.
She finally allows herself to smile.
Just a little.
Destiny pauses.
Then she continues.
Brooke’s smile disappears.
Her eyes become nervous.
Brooke looks away.
The name alone brings back everything she has been trying to avoid.
Brooke listens carefully.
Brooke takes a shaky breath.
Destiny doesn’t hesitate.
Brooke looks down at her hands.
For a moment, she says nothing.
Destiny’s expression softens.
A beat.
Brooke closes her eyes.
A tear rolls down her cheek.
Destiny immediately relaxes.
Destiny stands from the couch.
She grabs her purse.
Brooke smiles faintly.
The call ends.
Destiny stares at the phone.
Her smile slowly disappears.
She knows the conversation with Isaiah won’t be easy.
But she also knows Brooke needs someone willing to stand beside her.
Brooke sits on the edge of her bed.
Her phone rests beside her.
She stares at her suitcase.
For several seconds, she doesn’t move.
Then she begins packing.
A few clothes.
Her charger.
Some personal belongings.
She stops when she sees a photograph.
Brooke picks it up.
Her expression becomes emotional.
She remembers happier times.
A small smile appears.
Then fades.
She places the photo carefully inside her bag.
Brooke takes a deep breath.
She stands.
Brooke walks into the living room carrying her bag.
Everyone looks at her.
There is confusion in the room.
The room becomes quiet.
Someone looks surprised.
Brooke keeps her voice calm.
Nobody immediately responds.
Brooke looks around.
She doesn’t want an argument.
She simply wants understanding.
She turns toward the door.
A car pulls up.
Destiny steps outside.
She sees Brooke getting out.
Destiny immediately walks toward her.
Brooke drops her bag.
Destiny hugs her tightly.
For the first time all day, Brooke feels like she can breathe.
Destiny pulls away and looks into Brooke’s eyes.
Brooke nods.
Destiny picks up her bag.
They walk toward the house.
Brooke sits on the couch.
Destiny brings her a glass of water.
She sits beside her.
The two women exchange a serious look.
Brooke nods slowly.
Brooke looks at her.
Brooke takes a breath.
Destiny reaches for her hand.
Brooke looks down.
The following afternoon.
Isaiah sits alone in the living room.
His phone rests on the table.
He looks distracted.
Suddenly—
KNOCK. KNOCK.
Isaiah looks toward the door.
Another knock.
He stands.
He opens the door.
His eyes widen.
Brooke stands there.
Destiny stands beside her.
Isaiah immediately becomes tense.
Brooke remains silent.
Destiny steps forward.
Isaiah looks between them.
Destiny’s expression is firm.
Isaiah’s face changes.
Brooke finally speaks.
Her voice is quiet.
Isaiah looks at her.
There is pain in his eyes.
Destiny remains beside Brooke.
Isaiah takes a step backward.
He looks overwhelmed.
Brooke shakes her head.
Isaiah looks down.
The silence becomes heavy.
Destiny watches him carefully.
Isaiah looks back at Brooke.
His expression is conflicted.
She waits.
Isaiah struggles to answer.
For once, there is nowhere to hide.
No excuses.
No distractions.
Just the truth standing between them.
Destiny gently squeezes Brooke’s hand.
Brooke takes a deep breath.
Whatever Isaiah says next could change everything.