*** Scene 8: Esposito home, Sunday night, One week after the shooting ***

It was just after eleven Sunday night and I'd been laying naked and contemplating sleep for over an hour when suddenly I felt the sheet that covered me lifted and a body slip onto the mattress beside me.

"Rosie?"

"I wanted to talk to you," my little sister whispered as I stretched to turn on the bedside lamp.

"You've been taking to me for thirty-six hours straight," I complained, but I couldn't keep how much I loved my little sister out of my voice. "I'm tired, and I don't have any clothes on... we can talk tomorrow,"...