- LOUISA -

"I'm thinking of going to the funeral," he says the following morning.

We're sitting on the bed, munching on tiny boxes of cereal - a.k.a. the motel's "complimentary breakfast" - and pretending to pay attention to the morning show flashing on the television. Those are the first words either of us have said in the last hour.

Everything feels so strange between us now. Something has shifted between us, opened up - but while part of me welcomes ...