Int. Larry and Bethany’s House — Afternoon

The house is unusually quiet. Larry has taken Brooke to the college to complete her admission process. Bethany is home alone, moving through the kitchen and cleaning up a few things. She looks at the clock — Larry has been gone for a while. Bethany wipes her hands and walks toward the hallway.

I wonder how long they’re going to be.

She heads toward her bedroom. As Bethany steps inside, something catches her attention — a file is sitting on the table. She stops. Her expression changes.

What is that?

Bethany slowly walks toward the table. She picks up the file and looks at it. There is no name written on the outside. She hesitates before opening it, takes a deep breath, then opens the file. Her eyes immediately land on the first page. She freezes. Her hands begin to shake.

No…

She looks again. The words on the document confirm what she fears — divorce papers. Bethany’s face drops. She slowly sits down on the edge of the bed.

Larry…

Her eyes fill with tears. She turns another page, hoping there has been some mistake. But the documents are clear. Bethany covers her mouth as tears begin rolling down her face.

You were really going to divorce me?

She looks around the room. The room suddenly feels completely different. Memories of her life with Larry flood her mind — the arguments, the good moments, the promises, everything. Bethany presses the papers against her chest.

After everything I did for this family… How could you do this to me?

Bethany wipes her tears and grabs her phone. She immediately calls Larry. The phone rings once, twice, three times. No answer. She calls again. Still nothing.

Come on, Larry. Pick up.

The call goes unanswered again. Bethany lowers the phone and stares at the divorce papers.

So you’re not even going to talk to me?

She takes a shaky breath.

Int. Bedroom — Afternoon

Bethany is still sitting on the bed. She calls Larry again. No answer. She sends him a message. She waits. Nothing. Bethany looks at the divorce papers again. Her sadness slowly turns into confusion, then anger.

If you wanted to leave me, why didn’t you tell me?

She stands up and walks toward the mirror. Her eyes are red from crying.

I deserve to hear the truth from you.

Bethany picks up the file and walks toward the living room. She places the papers on the table and looks toward the front door.

When Larry comes home, we’re going to have a conversation.

She takes a deep breath. But then her phone rings. Bethany quickly grabs it — it isn’t Larry. She looks disappointed.

Of course.

She sits down. For a moment, she considers calling Larry again. But she stops herself.

No. I’m not going to keep begging him to answer me.

Bethany wipes her tears.

If Larry wants a divorce, then he needs to stand in front of me and say it.

She gathers herself.