Riley? Honey? A pause. Heavy breathing. You can come in, sweetheart. You don’t need to bother with covering up. Why wouldn’t she? Why the hell? Why is her mother inviting her to take on a deadly level of risk? Maybe Mom has simply taken leave of her senses, sunk into a swamp of denial; she wouldn’t be the first one. It’s okay, sweetheart. I promise. It’s all safe now.
