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Jesse looks up at her from the floor.
- JESSEYou didn't.
- MARISOL…
- JESSEYou waited until I was helping with the boxes for a reason.
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Mom doesn't answer. She just looks at the trap door. Her hands have gone to her elbows — she's hugging herself, very small.
- MARISOLDon't.
- JESSEMom —
- MARISOLJesse. Don't.
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Dev kneels next to Jesse. He looks up at Marisol. His voice is gentle.
- DEVMom. Whatever it is. We're going to find it eventually.
- DEVBetter today, with you here, than alone.
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Marisol closes her eyes. Allred — show us the calculation a mother makes when she finally lets go of the thing she has been protecting her sons from. Decades of fear collapsing into a single breath.
- MARISOL…
- MARISOLOkay.
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She opens her eyes. She walks across the garage. She kneels beside her sons at the trap door. She places her hand on the keypad — but does not enter a code.
- MARISOLI don't know the code.
- MARISOLYour father changed it the week before he died.