Timmie, back in her own apartment, flipped on the light, sat her purse by the door and felt sick to her stomach. She again wondered how she missed Sam’s horribleness. Her calculations were so far from where she needed them to be. Her decision was made, yet Noelle.

Less than five minutes away, Noelle was brushing her teeth, preparing for bed. Her head pounded. Nerves. Stress. Shame. She was relieved Timmie knew. She sensed ick between them for a while, and she hoped she had solved and resolved the issue in today’s episode. Noelle rolled onto the bed, clapped her hands to turn off the lights, closed her eyes to sleep and realized she was wide awake. Exhausted, but unwilling to shut it off. Hurting, but not giving in.