The ocean outside is bright and calm. Inside the beach house, the air feels close and charged.

Tommy reaches for the door after seeing the four mothers seated in the living room.

Dani steps forward—not touching him, but making him stop with a look.

“Go ahead,” she says. “Walk away. That’s what you do, right? You walk away when somebody asks you to mean what you said.”

Tommy tries to laugh it off. “I don’t know what you think happened.”

Evelyn opens a folder on the coffee table. Inside are screenshots of four nearly identical messages:

I’ve never felt this understood by anyone.

I’m not seeing anybody else.

I’m ready to make this real.

Roxy lays four small boxes beside the folder. Each contains the same silver bracelet, purchased weeks apart.

“You weren’t confused,” Roxy says. “You had a system.”

Marisol remains seated, composed but visibly angry.

Evelyn locks the door Tommy says what are you doing?

They all surround him.