INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT
A quiet room.
Soft yellow light spills from a bedside lamp. Shadows rest in the corners. The faint sound of a ceiling fan hums above.
SHARRA (pink dress) sits on the edge of the bed.
Still.
Focused.
In her hand—BROOKE’S PHONE.
The screen glows against her face.
Beside her, BROOKE (light blue shirt) scrolls absentmindedly through her own thoughts, unaware.
A pause.
Sharra’s thumb moves.
She unlocks the phone.
A message notification pops up.
“ISSAIAH 💬”
Her eyes narrow.
She taps.
The chat opens.
Lines of conversation scroll upward.
Her expression begins to change.
Curiosity…
Confusion…
Then something deeper.
She keeps reading.
INSERT – PHONE SCREEN
Messages between BROOKE and ISSAIAH:
“Last night in Panama City was insane.”
“Wish it never ended.”
“Next time, no holding back.”
“Our little secret, yeah?”
Sharra’s breathing slows.
Her grip tightens around the phone.
BACK TO SCENE
Brooke glances over.
She notices the phone.
Not in her hand.
In Sharra’s.
Her body stiffens instantly.
BROOKE
(alarmed)
Sharra… what are you doing?
Sharra doesn’t answer.
She scrolls further.
More messages.
More laughter.
More secrets.
Her jaw clenches.
BROOKE (CONT’D)
(getting nervous)
Give me that.
Brooke reaches for the phone.
Sharra pulls it back.
Just slightly.
Enough.
SHARRA
(cold, quiet)
Panama City?
That stops Brooke.
Her hand freezes mid-air.
Silence fills the room.
BROOKE
(trying to stay calm)
It’s not what it looks like.
Sharra lets out a short, hollow laugh.
SHARRA
Isn’t it?
She lifts the phone slightly.
Reads aloud.
SHARRA (CONT’D)
“Next time, no holding back.”
She looks up.
Eyes locked on Brooke.
SHARRA (CONT’D)
What exactly were you holding back?
Brooke swallows hard.
Her mind races.
BROOKE
It was just… a night out.
SHARRA
A secret night out?
Brooke looks away.
Guilty.
Caught.
SHARRA (CONT’D)
(voice shaking now)
You didn’t even tell me you went.
A long pause.
Brooke sits down slowly on the bed.
The tension is unbearable.
BROOKE
I didn’t think it mattered.
That hits hard.
Sharra’s expression cracks.
SHARRA
Didn’t matter?
Her voice rises.
SHARRA (CONT’D)
You disappear…
You lie…
And it doesn’t matter?
Brooke looks up.
Desperate now.
BROOKE
I wasn’t lying.
SHARRA
You were hiding it.
Silence.
Brooke has no answer.
Sharra looks back down at the phone.
Her eyes skim one last message.
“Our little secret.”
Her hand trembles.
She locks the screen.
The light disappears.
But the damage stays.
She places the phone on the bed between them.
Like evidence.
Like a line.
SHARRA
(soft, broken)
How long?
Brooke’s voice is barely a whisper.
BROOKE
It’s not like that.
Sharra shakes her head.
SHARRA
Stop saying that.
Tears begin to form in her eyes.
SHARRA (CONT’D)
Just tell me the truth.
Brooke looks at her.
Really looks.
And for a moment—
She almost says it.
But fear wins.
BROOKE
It didn’t mean anything.
That’s worse.
Sharra lets out a shaky breath.
Her tears fall freely now.
SHARRA
It meant enough to hide.
Brooke looks down.
Ashamed.
Silence stretches again.
Heavy.
Unforgiving.
SHARRA (CONT’D)
(whispers)
I trusted you.
Brooke closes her eyes.
BROOKE
I know.
SHARRA
No… you don’t.
Sharra stands up.
Slowly.
She takes a step back.
Distance.
SHARRA (CONT’D)
Because if you did…
you wouldn’t have done this.
Brooke looks up quickly.
BROOKE
Please… just listen—
SHARRA
I already did.
She gestures toward the phone.
SHARRA (CONT’D)
Every word.
Brooke falls silent.
There’s nothing left to say.
Sharra wipes her tears.
But they keep coming.
She turns away.
Facing the wall.
Trying to breathe.
Trying to hold herself together.
Behind her—
Brooke sits frozen.
Regret filling the space between them.
The phone rests quietly on the bed.
Screen dark.
But everything exposed.
The room feels smaller now.
Colder.
Two people—
Separated by something invisible…
But impossible to cross.
FADE OUT.