THE QUESTION
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT. The house is quiet. Too quiet.
BETHANY: Why is Sharra’s house bigger than ours?
Larry looks up from his phone, caught off guard.
LARRY: What?
THE COMPARISON
BETHANY: Why does she get a bigger house when we’re paying part of her rent?
LARRY: Bethany, not this again.
BETHANY: No. This time exactly this. Explain it to me. Slowly.
BETHANY: Her house looks like a dream. Ours looks like a compromise.
THE REALIZATION
BETHANY: Comfortable? While my ex-wife lives in luxury on our money?
LARRY: We are not doing this tonight.
BETHANY: Oh, we are. Because tonight I finally understand something.
BETHANY: You’ll never give me what you gave her.
THE DECISION
Bethany walks to the bedroom, opens the closet, yanks out a suitcase.
LARRY: What are you doing?
BETHANY: I’m packing.
BETHANY: I know you’re never going to buy me a house as big as Sharra’s.
BETHANY: So I’ve made a decision.
CROSSING LINES
BETHANY: I’m going to Sharra’s house.
LARRY: You’re joking.
BETHANY: Does this look like a joke?
BETHANY: It’s big. It’s beautiful. And you made sure she was comfortable.
BETHANY: Neither this house — nor your choices — were ever really mine.
THE EXIT
BETHANY: I finally see where I stand.
LARRY: If you walk out that door, things will change.
BETHANY: They already have.
Bethany opens the door, suitcase in hand, cold night air rushing in.
BETHANY: Funny thing, Larry… you always said size doesn’t matter.
BETHANY: Tonight, it tells me everything.
The door stays open. Larry doesn’t move. And whatever comes next won’t stay contained inside that house.
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