NICOLE

I hear Roman come in at around eight o'clock in the evening.

I'm in bed, acting like I'm asleep because it's easier this way. I could've chosen to sleep in another room, but I didn't want to make things seem worse than they actually were.

Or maybe I'm crazy and things are genuinely really bad. I don't know.

I guess I'll find out soon because I hear his footsteps approaching, and the closer he gets, the faster my heart beats and my breaths get shallower.

The door opens with no ...