Claire is upstairs in her bedroom. She lays in her dress from the office, trying to relax with a book but she can't seem to concentrate. Working double shifts as a single mother has been intense, and she is overcome by feelings of loneliness. "Maybe I shouldn't have divorced him," she thinks to herself. "No.. the thought is absurd. He was wrong for me everyone knew it." She begins to read again, but can't concentrate on the text, "..but I wish I had strong arms to hold me, lips to kiss mine," she sets her book down and puts her hands to her pillowy lips.