INT. MARY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT The living room is comfortably cluttered, a testament to years of family life. Grace sits rigidly on the sofa, her face pale. Mary, her adoptive mother, sits beside her, a hand resting reassuringly on Grace's arm. Nadia stands nervously by the fireplace, her usual confident demeanor replaced by a hesitant vulnerability. dylan is in the room, packing his bags.

MARY: Alright, let's talk. Divorce is not happening under my watch.

GRACE(crying): I... I don't know what to do. I feel so lost.

NADIA: I wish I could help somehow.

MARY: Maybe you can.