INT. BETHANY’S LIVING ROOM – DAY
Sunlight filters through the blinds, slicing the room into sharp lines of light and shadow. Bethany paces back and forth, phone clenched tightly in her hand. Her face is flushed, eyes burning with frustration. The quiet hum of the city outside only makes the tension inside the room feel heavier.
She stops abruptly and dials a number. The ringing echoes loudly in the empty space.
BETHANY
(fuming, impatient)
“Come on… pick up. Pick up!”
The call finally connects. Bethany’s grip tightens.
SHARRA
(calm, collected)
“Hello?”
BETHANY
(angry, loud)
“Sharra! You better send Brooke and Destiny back home—right now!”
She slams her hand against the sofa’s armrest, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.
SHARRA
(steady, defiant)
“Bethany… until Larry comes back from Montana, neither Brooke nor Destiny is going anywhere.”
Bethany freezes. Disbelief flickers across her face before fury explodes again.
BETHANY
(furious)
“What do you mean ‘not going anywhere’? I’m telling you—send them back! Now!”
Her breathing quickens, every muscle tight with rage.
SHARRA
(firm, unwavering)
“I said what I said. Larry’s absence means I’m holding my ground.”
Bethany glares at the ceiling, knuckles whitening around the phone.
BETHANY
(voice shaking)
“You’re being unreasonable! This is ridiculous!”
She storms toward the window, staring outside as if the streets might offer an escape.
SHARRA
(calm, taunting)
“Careful, Bethany… I’m not budging.”
Bethany stops pacing, stunned by Sharra’s resolve.
BETHANY
(desperate)
“You can’t do this! They need to come home!”
She throws the phone onto the sofa, then snatches it back up. Tears threaten, but her voice stays sharp.
SHARRA
(final)
“Not until Larry comes back.”
Bethany exhales shakily, lowering her voice.
BETHANY
(whispering)
“Larry… if only you were here…”
SHARRA
(firm)
“Calm down, Bethany. There’s nothing you can do.”
BETHANY
(cold, determined)
“Fine. But when he gets back… this isn’t over.”
The call ends. Bethany slams the phone down.
INT. BETHANY’S LIVING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Bethany collapses onto the sofa, burying her face in her hands. The weight of the situation crushes her chest.
BETHANY
(soft, resolute)
“He’s coming back… and when he does… they’re coming home.”
Sunlight brushes her face as determination sparks in her eyes.
BETHANY
(to herself)
“This isn’t the end… not by far.”
INT. BETHANY’S LIVING ROOM – LATER
Her phone dings. A message.
SHARRA (TEXT)
“Larry will decide. Until then… patience.”
Bethany’s eyes widen. Rage floods back.
BETHANY
(angry whisper)
“Patience? I don’t have time for this.”
She paces faster, every step echoing with fury.
BETHANY
(emotional)
“I will not let this go!”
She finally sits, staring at the phone.
BETHANY
(soft, pleading)
“Larry… please come back soon.”
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