Pierce was jolted awake by loud pounding at the front door. He almost shouted for whoever it was to come in, but then again, it might've been Stella. Pierce pulled himself off the couch with a heavy groan. His new therapist told him he would have to confront Stella before moving on, but just thinking about being in the same room as Stella made Pierce sick to his stomach.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Pierce called out as he approached the front door. "What does this motherfucker want?" Pierce growled. He snatched the door open, eager to have his question answered.

"Good afternoon. May I come in?"

Pierce was about to...