Brooke Catches Bethany Going Through Her Phone
INT. BROOKE’S BEDROOM – EVENING Soft golden light filters through half-closed curtains. The room is neat, calm… untouched. The DOOR CREAKS open slowly. BETHANY slips inside, осторожно closing the door behind her. Her breathing is shallow. Her eyes scan the room like a trespasser afraid of being caught. A beat. She walks toward the BED. Brooke’s PHONE lies on the bedside table. Bethany hesitates… then grabs it. Her fingers tremble slightly as she unlocks it. BETHANY (whispering to herself) Just a quick look… nothing more. She scrolls. Messages. Photos. Private notes. Her eyes narrow. Curiosity turns into something darker — suspicion… jealousy. INSERT – PHONE SCREEN Chats. Personal conversations. Names Bethany recognizes. Bethany scrolls faster. Her breathing gets heavier. BETHANY (muttering) What are you hiding, Brooke… She opens another folder — PHOTOS. Her face tightens. A mix of confusion and anger flickers across her expression. Suddenly— A SHADOW ...