The house is quiet. Brooke sits in the living room, looking nervous and distracted.
Cameron watches her carefully. He knows Larry will be worried when he finds out where Brooke is.
Cameron takes out his phone and looks at Larry’s name.
He hesitates for a moment before pressing CALL.
The phone rings.
LARRY
Cameron? What’s going on?
Cameron takes a deep breath.
CAMERON
Larry, I wanted to let you know that Brooke is here with me.
Larry immediately becomes serious.
LARRY
Brooke is with you?
CAMERON
Yeah. She’s safe. Don’t worry.
Larry stands up from his chair.
His expression changes from confusion to concern.
LARRY
Why didn’t Brooke tell me?
Cameron looks toward Brooke.
CAMERON
I don’t know. She probably needed some time away.
Larry grabs his jacket.
LARRY
I’m coming over.
CAMERON
Larry, calm down. She’s okay.
Larry pauses at the door.
LARRY
I’m not angry because she’s safe. I’m angry because I had no idea where she was.
He ends the call.
Larry quickly puts on his jacket.
He checks his phone again.
His mind is racing.
He keeps thinking about Brooke and why she left without telling him.
Larry walks toward the door.
He stops for a second and takes a deep breath.
LARRY
Brooke, what were you thinking?
He leaves the house.
Larry drives toward Cameron’s house.
The sky is getting darker.
Streetlights begin glowing along the road.
Larry keeps his eyes focused ahead.
His frustration grows with every passing minute.
He wants answers.
But more than anything, he wants to make sure Brooke is okay.
Brooke sits quietly on the couch.
Cameron notices that she keeps looking toward the window.
CAMERON
You know Larry is probably worried about you.
Brooke lowers her eyes.
BROOKE
I didn’t mean to make anyone worry.
Cameron sits across from her.
CAMERON
Then you should talk to him when he gets here.
BROOKE
He’s coming here?
Cameron nods.
CAMERON
Yes. I told him you were here.
Brooke becomes nervous.
BROOKE
Why did you call him?
CAMERON
Because he deserves to know you’re safe.
Brooke sighs.
She knows Larry will have questions.
A car pulls up outside.
Larry quickly gets out.
He walks toward the front door with a serious expression.
He knocks.
Cameron opens the door.
Larry immediately looks past him.
LARRY
Where’s Brooke?
Cameron points toward the living room.
CAMERON
She’s inside.
Larry walks into the house.
Brooke looks up.
Her eyes widen when she sees him.
BROOKE
Larry? How did you get here so fast?
Larry looks at her with a mixture of anger and relief.
LARRY
Cameron called me.
Brooke slowly stands.
BROOKE
I didn’t know he was going to call you.
LARRY
You disappeared, Brooke. What did you expect me to do?
Brooke looks down.
Cameron watches the two of them.
He realizes this conversation is something they need to have privately.
CAMERON
I’m going to give you two a minute.
Cameron steps away.
LARRY
Why did you leave without telling me?
BROOKE
I needed some space.
Larry’s expression softens slightly.
LARRY
You could have told me that.
BROOKE
I didn’t think you would understand.
Larry shakes his head.
LARRY
Maybe I wouldn’t have understood everything, but I would have listened.
Brooke becomes emotional.
BROOKE
I’m sorry.
Larry takes a breath.
LARRY
I was scared something had happened to you.
Brooke nods quietly.
LARRY
Thank you for keeping her safe.
Cameron nods.
CAMERON
Of course.
Larry turns back toward Brooke.
LARRY
But you’re coming home with me.
Brooke looks surprised.
BROOKE
Right now?
LARRY
Yes.
Brooke hesitates.
BROOKE
Larry, I—
Larry raises his hand, asking her to listen.
LARRY
We’re going home, and we’re going to talk calmly.
Brooke looks toward Cameron.
Cameron gives her a reassuring nod.
Larry and Brooke walk outside.
Brooke follows him toward the car.
Larry opens the passenger door.
Brooke stops for a moment.
She looks back at Cameron’s house.
Cameron stands at the doorway.
CAMERON
Take care, Brooke.
BROOKE
Thank you, Cameron.
Larry waits beside the car.
His anger is still visible, but his concern is stronger.
Brooke gets into the car.
Larry closes the door gently.
He walks around to the driver’s side.
The car moves down the quiet street.
For several moments, neither of them speaks.
Brooke looks out the window.
Larry keeps his eyes on the road.
Finally, Brooke breaks the silence.
BROOKE
Are you still angry?
Larry exhales.
LARRY
I’m upset because you left without telling me.
Brooke nods.
BROOKE
I understand.
Larry glances at her.
LARRY
I just want you to know that you can always tell me what’s going on.
BROOKE
I’ll try.
Larry nods.
The tension slowly begins to fade.
Larry and Brooke arrive home.
Brooke walks inside.
Larry closes the door behind them.
He looks at Brooke seriously.
LARRY
We’re going to work this out.
BROOKE
Okay.
Larry’s expression finally softens.
LARRY
I’m glad you’re safe.
Brooke gives a small nod.
The room becomes quiet.
After everything that happened, both of them realize that the real conversation is only beginning.
Larry walks toward the living room.
Brooke follows.
The door closes behind them.