Diane's POV

I see Jason turn his head toward the door, and I follow his gaze to find the one person I least expect to be here. My worst fear has materialized in the most horrific way possible. Carla stands in the doorway, her hand still wrapped around the doorknob like a lifeline. She's dressed for a party-hair perfectly coiffed, heels impossibly high, wearing a smile that was clearly mid-formation when the door swung open and is now frozen there, suspended, no longer belonging to her face.

She doesn't move.

Her eyes find the bed first. Then Jason. Then me. Then back to Jason again, and I watch it happen....