Original subtitles

(film reel whirs)

- [Clara] It was the night, that night

nothing would ever be the same.

- I'm proud of you, I love you.

- [Clara] I love you too.

- Honey.

- I'm right here, Mom.

(Emily breathing heavily)

- Mom.

(Clara cries) (Cassandra cries)

(slow rock music)

Hey, Victor.

Mom passed away yesterday.

Just thought I'd let you know.

(slow rock music continues)

Victor, we had done fine without him.

But that's when there were three of us.

It was only Cassie and me now.

All that we had left was one another.

(slow rock music continues)

♪ Somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody ♪

♪ No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, said ♪

♪ Somebody, somebody's falling, somebody ♪

♪ Somebody's falling, somebody's falling ♪

♪ I'm falling, falling, falling ♪

♪ Been falling and fall ♪

♪ Fall, falling ♪

- I should have been there.

- It's a little late now, isn't it?

- Your mother didn't always make things easy.

- It's not that this is her fault.

- I didn't say that.

- You didn't need to.

- You and your sister-

- Her name is Cassandra Miriam Coulter.

- You were never the problem.

- You didn't just leave Mom when you left, Victor.

- Now, that's not fair.

- Life isn't fair, Dad.

It's not fair that Mom got sick.

It's not fair that the only family

I have left behind is getting lowered

into the ground tomorrow.

- Well, you've got me.

- Will you be there for that?

You missed her slipping under the water.

Will you be there when she's lowered into the ground?

(birds chirping)

(car engine revs)

- [Emily] One, just one time,

I'd like you to be honest with me.

- [Victor] There's nothing to say because there isn't.

- [Emily] I'm not stupid, Victor.

- You could have fooled me.

- You don't think that I know what it is that you do.

You really don't think that Cassie is yours, do you?

See, I can play too.

- [Clara] She didn't even like teddy bears, Victor.

- [Cassandra] No. (background noise drowns out speaker)

It's not, stop.

- Well.

(Cassandra shrieks)

(water splashes)

- [Cassandra] Oh, man.

(slow piano music)

- Okay.

(slow piano music continues)

(slow ambient music)

- We were buried therefore with him by baptism into death,

in order that just as Christ was raised

from the dead by the glory of the Father,

we too might walk in newness of life,

for if we have been united with him in a death little his,

we shall certainly be united with him

in a resurrection like his.

For since we believe that Jesus has died

and rose again, even so, through Jesus,

God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep.

If the spirit of him who raised Jesus

from the dead dwells in you, he who raised Christ Jesus

from the dead will also give life

to your mortal bodies through his spirit who dwells in you.

That I may know him and the power of his resurrection,

and may share his sufferings, becoming like you in death.

He will swallow up death in victory,

and the Lord God will wipe away tears

from off all the faces.

For as by a man came death,

by a man has come the resurrection of the dead-

- Mom!

- You weren't ready, were you, child?

You will be.

You certainly will be, give it time.

- [Both] You'll be like us.

(water trickling)

(water splashing)

(slow ambient music)

- You let her go.

- Mom, I didn't-

- You let them take away her beauty.

You're the one.

You failed us, Clara.

- [Clara] I didn't.

- Be with us.

- [Cassandra] No.

- Cass!

Cass, no.

- [Cassandra] Clara!

- Hey, let's go take a picture.

- No.

- [Clara] Yeah, come on.

- Why?

- The lighting's nice.

- Not really.

- [Clara] Yeah, it is, come on.

- You don't even have the right angle.

- Well, which angle do you want me to have it?

- Do you want me to take that for you?

How beautiful you are, how beautiful you'll stay,

just like Mom.

- [Cassandra] Clara!

- Well, thanks.

- You're welcome. (slow piano music)

- [Cassandra] Clara!

- Stop it.

- Clara, I'm sleepy.

I feel really sleepy.

- Oh, crap, I think my phone's in the car.

- What are you trying to call?

- I don't know, maybe I'll call you.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- So what are you two doing out here?

- [Cassandra] Just hanging out.

- Yeah?

No, what's a pretty girl like

you not having a boyfriend, huh?

(car door slams)

(water trickles)

- She's 15.

- [Guy] So?

- So this is wrong, come on, Cass, let's go.

- [Cassandra] No.

- Yes.

- [Cassandra] No.

- Yeah, come on, we're leaving.

- [Cassandra] You're not my mom, Clara.

- I don't care, I'm responsible for you, let's go.

- Hey, hey, I thought we'd be cool with this,

but I'm out of here.

(glass shatters)

- Clara, he was into me, he was clearly into me.

- There's a difference between being

into you and wanting to be in you.

I wasn't ready for it to just be me.

We were all that either of us had, Cassie and me.

She needed me, but I couldn't, I didn't.

I let her go, I let her beauty slip away.

I'm the reason that my sister is dead.

(water splashes)

Wake up, wake up. (slow ambient music)

- [Dr. Vicki] It's still very much in the present for you,

isn't it, Clara?

- We were fighting, but if we hadn't been-

- But you were.

You were fighting because you were looking out for her.

Sisters do that.

- It doesn't change anything.

- It changes everything, it was an accident.

- Maybe.

- And the cottage, Cassandra, being alive.

- None of it ever even happened.

- Our minds are amazing and sometimes terrifying things.

- A safe place from a happier time,

constructed and spoiled by self-induced guilt

from a traumatic event, resulting in the fracturing

of a misplaced illusion of time.

- Impressive.

- Mind raving for the ages is the clinical term,

you're welcome.

- Our exterior scars reflect our internal moods.

The one on your wrist can be a positive reminder to you.

How many people are hurting

and deny it?

Hide their pain from themselves,

create an all-too-real fantasy

to try to protect themselves, like you did.

You know how dark of a place that is,

how hard it is to come back from.

Let your scar be your touchstone to reality.

Remember the pain,

recognize that it was real,

look at how far you've come,

and remember how strong you really are.

- Boom.

- How's your father?

- That's a whole other hour long session to discuss.

(slow piano music)

You're not done yet?

- You need to have more respect for your father.

- I was talking to you.

- You may rest now, my love.

(slow orchestral music)

- You know, you're not even his favorite bitch.

Dr. Vicki said it's good for me to come in here

and talk to you, but now you're too drugged up

to talk back.

It gives me a chance to vent about my problems

in a safe place, I suppose.

At least it keeps me in the will.

Is it scary in there?

Is it dark?

Are you afraid?

I am.

Sometimes I have to tell myself that I'm not,

but I'm terrified, actually.

Sometimes I need to tell myself I deserve to be here.

Sometimes I even believe it.

Do you ever feel that way?

Hang in there, Victor,

it's cheaper than actual therapy anyway.

(slow orchestral music continues)

- Nice of you to show.

- Yeah, I do that sometimes, what's the mood?

- The mood is good,

I think she's got a little something going with John.

- Get it, Alex.

- Somebody needs to, enjoy the break.

- You too.

- So you can see this sort of train here,

it looks really good.

- [Clara] John.

- Miss Coulter.

- Miss Coulter, just because I dated your father

briefly does not give you the right to come

to my class whenever you want.

- Yeah, I was just visiting him, actually.

- I am sorry.

- Sorry I missed your lecture.

- It was hardly anything you really needed.

But you did miss your mid-break assignment.

- I figured that.

- Explore an aspect of your life or yourself

through a photographic portfolio.

Create a narrative, tell me a story that surprises me,

and maybe teaches you something about yourself.

- The last bit might be a little special for me.

- Maybe, you have two weeks, Miss Coulter, don't disappoint.

♪ Grieving, teasing, savory ♪

- [Anna] Clara, is that you?

- No, it's a murderer or a rapist, in that order.

- Well, it's a good thing I'm dressed for the occasion.

Come and get me, crazy.

- Is that my toothbrush?

- Yes, you refused to buy me one.

- [Clara] Gross.

- Hey,

you love me.

- I need you, there's a difference.

- How's Victor?

- He's there.

He can barely breathe, just kind of teetering away

between life and death.

- And the slut? (laughs)

- Ms. Caca made out with his forehead before she left today.

- How is that even possible?

- It's not.

- Come here.

(Anna screams) (Anna laughs)

(slow orchestral music)

(water trickles)

(upbeat rock music)

♪ Took off your dress ♪

♪ Took off your dress ♪

♪ Took off your dress ♪

♪ You're still my ♪

(phone vibrates)

- Hello?

- [John] Hello, is this Clara Coulter?

- Yeah.

- [John] Hi, my name is John Sylvia

from Creek Side Hospice.

I'm sorry to inform you that your father passed away.

- Was he in much pain?

- [John] He was comfortable, but near the end,

he did start calling out for Emily.

- I see.

- [John] He's been taken

to the Family Funeral Parlor- - Did he-

- [John] On the other side of town,

and you need to be there at 9:00 am tomorrow.

I'm sorry for your loss, I am.

- Okay, I'll be there at nine.

- [John] Sorry for your loss.

- Thanks.

(birds chirping)

Victor died last night.

They said he went peacefully,

but he was calling Mom's name out at the end.

Anna?

Anna!

- I'm sorry for your loss.

- Thanks.

I'm guessing you don't have any clientele

that can help with photos, huh?

- No, no, I don't.

Actually, I do this blog, "Hearses and Heather."

Well, it's pretty new, but you would be amazed

to know just how many people want to know exactly

what goes on behind the scenes in a place like this.

- My father?

- Right, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for your loss.

As I'm sure you're aware,

your father prearranged everything.

So all you need to do is sign a few forms

as surviving kin and executor to his will.

(slow orchestral music)

- Clara, I'm so sorry.

- You know, I think I'll be all right.

I cried last night,

but not so much for what I'd lost,

but for what I never really had.

- He was still your father.

- I know.

Should have seen the undertaker.

She had this blog or something.

- What?

- Yeah, she had a selfie stick with her and everything.

She said it's called "Hearses and Heather."

- Oh my God, I know that girl. - Really?

- She's hot in a morbid kind of way. (laughs)

- Of course, leave it to Victor

to have it down to every last detail. (laughs)

(slow orchestral music continues)

- Last night was-

- [Clara] Last night was what, Mommy?

- Clara, good morning, sweet girl.

You're awake.

Last night was so long because I had

to wait until now to see you.

- You know what you don't have to wait for?

- [Clara] What?

- This.

- Stop, Daddy.

(alarm beeps)

(gentle orchestral music)

- [Woman Facing Away] I don't ready know what to say.

- There's nothing to say.

- Sweetie, I'm so sorry.

- [Clara] Thanks.

- Your father and I shared some late nights

at the law firm together.

He was a good man, always willing

to get into trouble for doing the right thing.

- Thanks.

- What was that boy?

- Trouble.

- Clara, look.

- "Hearses and Heather," you'd better subscribe.

- I think I'm gonna go photo bomb,

or blogger bomb, whatever.

- Tara, thank you for coming.

Aunt Cecilia?

- Clara.

I haven't seen you since you were a little thing,

running around, causing all sorts of trouble.

How are you?

- I've grown.

- Yeah, I see, you certainly have grown.

- Sorry, sorry, what's your name, I'm sorry.

- Clara, Clara.

- Oh, Clara, yes, sorry about your Dad, Clara.

- [Clara] Thank you.

- [Albert] I'll go and find us some-

- Go find us seats, Albert.

- I thought Uncle Derrick was bald.

- He is, but we replaced him with Albert.

The Coulter name is still good, Clara, but the money isn't.

You gotta do what you gotta do soon enough.

- I think I love her. (laughs)

- Anna, this is Aunt Cecilia.

- Oh, the aloof one.

I'm her best friend.

- Sure you are, excuse me.

- What is she doing here?

- She is Victor's sister.

- I needed to see it for myself,

to see that the bastard really is dead.

- Excuse me, miss, do you know the deceased?

- Forgive me, I see our Cassandra in you.

He took her from us, we never knew.

Our Michael never knew his only-

- This is the man that you're all here to honor?

A man that took a little girl from her real father

and family, so that he could save face?

- I'm sure that we're all very sorry for your circumstance.

This is neither the time nor the place.

- [Older Woman] She's all that we could have had

from Michael, but he kept her away from us.

- Come on, honey, there's nothing more to be said here.

- Clara, family, and friends.

We are gathered here today to honor a man

who would need no introduction were he still

with us today,

Victor Carl Coulter.

He was a pillar of the community, and the end

of a long line that goes back right

to the very founding of this town,

survived by his adoring daughter, Clara,

and his loving sister, Cecilia.

Victor strove to make the world a better place

for those of us who are left behind in his absence.

- Victor definitely wrote that.

- Now, I'd like to invite any one of you

to come up and to say a few words about the life

and a man that we are here today to celebrate.

Anyone?

His adoring daughter, Clara.

- I'm not really prepared for this,

but I'm here to honor the memory of Victor Carl Coulter.

But he was more than that to me,

he was my father, the only father I'll ever have,

and now he's gone, along with everything

we could have been, father, daughter,

brother, it's all gone.

I don't know if I could ever forgive you for that, Victor.

But I wish we had more time to try.

- Ladies and gentlemen, that concludes the services

for Victor Carl Coulter, on behalf of Clara

and the family, I want to thank you for coming,

and we wish you safe travels.

(slow orchestral music)

- That was a hell of a speech.

- Thanks.

- I'm gonna get some air.

- Did you mean it?

- Yeah.

- You know, you're right, you know,

about being angry at wasted time.

- I just never really knew him, did you?

- No, I guess I didn't.

This place, this town, to be a Coulter,

the Coulters before it meant something,

whether I wanted it or not.

That was the difference between your father and I,

aside from our mothers. (laughs)

Victor, he relished it, and I loathed it, all of it,

all the expectation and rigid clothes

and minded life laid out for me.

- Did you run?

- I did.

Maybe too far.

- I wish I could run.

- There's no saying you still can't.

- This is for you.

- What do I do with it?

- Anything you want.

I really am sorry for your loss.

- Thanks.

Hey.

- Hey, how's it going?

- All right.

- What are you girls up to tonight?

- Who knows?

- Well, maybe we stop wasting time.

(slow rock music)

- If you'd like to hang out sometime,

we could, I don't know.

♪ Around here and we move our life ♪

- Three more snake bites.

- Aunt Cecilia, you don't play around.

- Doesn't anyone find it strange

that we're drinking with Victor's ashes?

- I do, it's strange.

- Shh.

- I'm just saying,

it's so weird. - Shh.

- Ladies.

- [Anna] Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Drink up, venomous vixens.

- I'm gonna find a restroom.

♪ Waiting for love ♪

- You can go.

- Thank God.

- Good night, fuddy duddy.

- Girls, don't let her get you

into too much trouble tonight, okay?

- Bye.

Aunt Cecilia, you've got quite the piece there.

- Yeah, he serves his purpose.

- I think I have some purposes that need servicing.

(audience applauds)

- [DJ] Get loud, that was Ben Valasek and the Growlers.

Oh, man, what great music.

I'm Val Quarter, stick around.

Up next, we have the very talented Mia Zanotti.

- I'm gonna go...

check her out.

(slow rock music)

- Then there was two.

- You know, I think this is the first time

that I've ever had a drink with your father.

♪ Falling in love, falling, falling ♪

♪ Somebody's falling ♪

- Rough year?

Rough life.

Pills, a little bit younger than you are now.

It almost worked, they said I flat lined.

- Jesus.

- I didn't need him.

- Two Makers for you.

- Thanks.

To Victor.

- To Victor. (glasses clinking)

(phone warbles)

Idiot,

Albert's lost, I'll be right back.

♪ Somebody's falling, falling in love ♪

- Then there was one.

♪ When you touch the world that's gone ♪

♪ And you see it's rising all around ♪

♪ Your eyes ♪

♪ Somebody's falling, falling in love ♪

♪ Somebody's falling, falling in love ♪

♪ And you see it's rising all around ♪

♪ Your eyes ♪

♪ Then you feel the air tonight ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Somebody's falling, falling in love ♪

♪ So, so ♪

♪ Somebody's falling, falling in love ♪

♪ Slow ♪

- [Cecilia] Clara.

(audience applauds)

(clock ticks)

- You know, you have to let yourself feel this, Clara.

- Aunt Cecilia's pretty cool.

- You never mentioned her before.

- Yeah, she was never really around much before.

She's Victor's half sister, she was around more

when him and Mom were together.

- So you aren't alone.

- No, and I still have Anna.

But I haven't seen her since the other night.

- The night of your father's service?

- Yeah.

- Clara?

Is there something more, Clara?

- I don't want, I don't want it.

- Clara, you're in a safe place, here and now.

- I saw them.

- [Dr. Vicki] Who did you see?

- Cassie and Mom.

- [Dr. Vicki] Where did you see them, Clara?

- At the bar with Cecilia.

- What are you afraid of, Clara?

- That I'm going crazy.

- Maybe you are.

Maybe you've been broken this entire time.

Maybe you're just bad.

Maybe you should just give up.

Maybe you should just give in.

Stop fighting.

It's so easy to just let go.

- [Clara] Stop!

- Clara, Mom's dead.

(horn honks)

(slow ambient music)

- Clara, what's wrong, are you okay?

Where are you going?

Clara, talk to me.

- Hey, are you all right?

- What is he doing here?

- Clara, this is Jason.

- I know who he is, what is he doing here?

- Well, we're kind of, you know.

- [Anna] Clara!

(slow rock music)

♪ The way out, oh, the way out, oh, the way out ♪

♪ It's the way out, oh, the way out ♪

♪ Oh, the way out ♪

♪ It's the way ♪

♪ Oh, the way out, oh, the way out ♪

♪ It's the way out, it's so long ♪

♪ It's the way out, oh, the way out ♪

♪ Oh, the way out, yeah ♪

♪ It's the way ♪

(door knocks)

- Sorry about the towels, miss.

I don't know what happened.

You're that girl, that girl that's sister drowned,

and I knew it was you, you're her.

- Is that so?

- Everybody's heard those stories, miss.

- What stories?

- Those stories are as old as this town.

Come on, everybody knows the curse of the Mills family.

- I'm starting to think that curse might be true.

- [Calvin] Are you checking in alone, Miss Coulter?

- Do you always bother your guests like this?

- No.

- [Clara] You're a Sherwood, right?

- Calvin.

- The one who's brother-

- Listen.

That was a long time ago.

- We're lucky we're not judged by our families,

isn't that right, Calvin?

- That's right, Miss Coulter.

If you need anything,

you just let me know.

(door creaks)

(car engine revs)

(slow ambient music)

- Hey, Mike, looking good with the orange, buddy.

Hey, Estelle, you have a visitor.

This is Clara, your great niece,

and she's come a long way to come and see you,

isn't that nice?

I've been here 10 years and I haven't heard her speak,

not a single solitary word.

She has severe dementia, she sits,

she lays down, and she stares.

And for some reason, she's holding onto something.

I'm gonna give you and Clara some time

so you can visit.

I'll be right outside, if you need anything, just yell.

- Thanks.

Believe it or not, I actually remember being

at your old house when I was a little girl.

I was with my mom, Emily, do you remember her?

I hope you don't mind if I take your picture.

It's for a class project.

(camera shutter clicks)

Okay.

I'm afraid I've heard the stories about our family.

I've watched my mother fight her demons,

and I have my own now.

But maybe Mom and Cassie were the lucky ones.

- You're not ready, child.

Not yet.

You're not.

(slow rock music)

♪ This is it ♪

♪ Now I'm alone ♪

♪ Although sad ♪

♪ I love him, I do ♪

♪ We were together so long ♪

♪ And then we fell apart ♪

♪ And then the light ♪

♪ We're all alone ♪

♪ And this is how, this is how life goes ♪

♪ You fall in love and then it hurts ♪

♪ It hurts so bad ♪

- [Voicemail] Hi, this is Anna.

Sorry I can't come to the phone right now.

Please leave your name and number after the tone.

(phone beeps)

- Hey, it's me, I'm back home for a little while,

working on a portfolio for Alex's class.

I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

♪ Hurts so bad ♪

♪ I said it hurts so bad, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ It hurts, it hurts, and it hurts ♪

♪ I said it hurts, said it hurts so ♪

♪ So bad, it hurts so bad ♪

♪ Said it hurts so bad, said it hurts, the pain ♪

♪ I said, said it hurts ♪

♪ So bad ♪

♪ It hurts ♪

- Mom?

(slow ambient music)

- This is the old house, it's Aunt Estelle's now.

You're gonna love her.

(slow ambient music continues)

(phone vibrates)

- Hello?

- Clara, hi, it's your Aunt Cecilia, honey, how are you?

- I don't know.

- Is everything okay?

- No.

- Clara.

Clara?

Jesus.

(slow ambient music)

- [Leland] The private journal of Leland Theodore Mills.

September 7th, 1924.

My dearest Beatrice, the infant twins, Estelle and William,

where from they should spring forth a fountain of love,

seemed to drain her of her very purpose

and desire for life.

What is this unnatural force

that hangs forth so heavily over?

September 13th, 1924.

I find myself more and more at comfort

with drink in hand, the image of my Beatrice,

holding our lifeless and bloodied William,

my faith fails me.

This is a torment that I cannot bear.

Nobody can ever know this horrid truth,

as its revelation would ruin us all.

(baby cries)

- Hello?

- Clara, hi, it's Barney over at Harmony Rest.

Yeah, it's Estelle, no, she's fine,

but she keeps calling out your name

and rocking back and forth over and over again.

It really is something, in all my years,

I've never seen anything like this.

I think you should come.

- [Clara] I'll be right there.

(slow ambient music)

- Estelle, Estelle. (Estelle wails)

Estelle, look who came to see you.

She heard you were asking for-

- No.

- [Barney] Now, Estelle-

- Let me talk to my niece.

- Okay.

Okay.

I'll just let you two talk to each other.

- Do you know her?

- Oh, she wants you, child.

But she's here too.

The other one, always watching over you.

- Clara, don't be fooled by the deceiver.

It lies in both its words and appearances.

It found its way through Grandmother,

and now it wants you.

But you're strong in a way that she never was.

Cassandra's death was an accident, we know.

The other is distracting your mind with vile ideas

and trying to use them against you.

But you are more powerful in a way

they can never be.

I'm proud of you, of your strength.

I love you.

- What did she say?

- She told me she loved me.

(water spurts)

- Clara! (Cecilia knocks)

Clara, I saw Victor's car, and-

- She's gone, Aunt Estelle is gone.

- [Cecilia] Sweetie.

Thanks for the PJs.

- I'm the one who should be thanking you.

- We're a family, right?

- Yeah.

- Oh my God, is that Emily?

- No, it's my great grandmother, Beatrice.

- Wow.

The resemblance, it's-

- Scary.

- Very.

- [Clara] I found it at the old house.

- You know,

when I first moved to New York,

I didn't know anybody, I didn't know anything, actually.

The place was just so big,

and there was so many people.

I didn't know one single thing or person.

- That must have been scary.

- Not really, it was perfect, actually.

My whole life, I was a second hand Coulter sibling,

and then in the middle of everything,

I was an absolute nothing,

and that was the most free time I've ever felt in my life.

- That sounds like something Dr. Vicki would say.

- I think you should try it.

You should come to New York.

Stay with Albert and I, stay as long as you like.

(slow orchestral music)

- [Both] You're like us now.

(Clara screams)

(Clara pants)

(slow ambient music)

- Clara!

- No!

(slow ambient music continues)

(cicadas whirring)

(water trickling)

(slow ambient music)

- Mom.

Cassie?

I'm sorry.

(overlapping ghostly echoing)

- [Ghostly Voice] It's just us.

- [Ghostly Voice] They cannot help you.

They cannot. (overlapping chattering)

You'd like to die.

You let her die.

Your mom,

you failed your mom- - Cassandra.

- [Ghostly Voice] You failed your mother.

You failed your mom. - She saw you

for what you are. (overlapping chattering)

- [Ghostly Voice] Clara.

(slow ambient music continues)

I wasn't ready, Cass.

But I am now.

- Clara?

I'm here, Clara.

Clara?

Clara, I'm here.

Clara, I'm not dead.

- You are now.

How beautiful you are, how beautiful you'll stay.

(slow piano music)

(door knocks)

- Hello, Clara, I hope I'm not disturbing you.

- [Clara] I'm quite the mess right now.

- I understand, I see the media circus has

finally died down.

- Yeah, I guess they're getting tired of my story.

- I'm afraid I doubt that.

- The innocent girl who lost her whole family

and the homicidal aunt who killed her best friend

and her lover just to get back at her strange niece?

It's quite the fodder for a compelling fiction.

- [Pastor] It's just, it's more than enough

to shake anyone with even the most steadfast faith.

- [Clara] Perhaps.

- [Pastor] You're constantly in my prayers,

and I hope you know you're always welcome at the church.

- Mom.

Cassie?

(door slams)

(slow piano music)