INT. WILLOW'S BEDROOM - JULY TWENTY-SIXTH, ONE PM

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WILLOW is sitting on the floor shuffling through papers.

WILLOW
He had to have left a paper trail..who were these people? [Shuffling gets faster.]
Why didn't he tell me? Why! [Shuffling is even faster] Was he cheating on me? Was he bi? Was he running a drug cartel? Why would he barter away our livelihood? He put everything at risk! [WILLOW tears up papers] Our future [tears another paper] Our present [tears another paper] He trampled our past with his secrets. [tears another paper] And there I was through it all while he was going behind my back. [Stops] No..there has got to be some reason behind it. He wouldn't do that to me [bitterly laughs] What was I thinking, of course, he wouldn't do that. He's Ryn West, best friend of nineteen years and boyfriend of seven years and not that type of person.

WILLOW gets up to grab the tape stage left. Then returns to begin taping the papers back together.

WILLOW lightly hums to herself.

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