She stands deathly still. She can't seem to make her brain work. She stares distantly at the sobbing girl in front of her. The wind blows long strands of blonde hair into her face, but she is too numb to notice them.

Not for long, though. It begins to sink in. What her supposed friend did… what her husband did! She gets madder and madder, until anger turns to fury and she explodes. "What!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Becca is still sobbing. "I swear this wasn't supposed to happen! We were just fooling around a little, it got out of hand – "

"How could you? You little bitch! How could you do that to me?" Her voice breaks and she whispers, "How could he?" Married for only a month, and already…

"I'm sorry!" Becca turns and runs.

She is frozen again. Deathly still. She is in a trance.

She stands alone like that for some time.

When she finally moves, it is a slow and detached movement. She reaches for her cell phone. Dials the number she's known her entire life. A woman answers on the fourth ring.

She takes a deep breath. "Mom?" A pause. "I can't do this anymore." A longer pause. "I don't know. New York, maybe. Somewhere far away from here."

Mrs. Spade is silent. Then, "I love you."

"I love you, too, Mom." Samantha ends the call, turns, and walks away. She does not look back.