INT. - RAY'S APARTMENT - AFTERNOON

Ray answered the door, expecting Gerri or Ray. Not Cici, not those troubled, dark eyes, not the luscious fall of black hair, or the delicious skin under cream silk.

She knew before Cici opened her mouth the therapist had found out about Gaylene. A sob hovered at the back of Ray's throat as she waited for the accusation, the screaming, the pain.

"Ray," Cici whispered. "I'm so sorry, my love."

She was sorry? Ray gasped, ...