Is Everything OK?

Shadows cling to the edges of Sue's dimly lit home as she murmurs into the receiver, her voice a velvet hush calming her frantic friend. 'Breathe easy, darling. We'll welcome your girl with open arms while you weather this storm.' Divorce's bitter claws she knows too well. Tiffany's always clicked with the boys anyway. Hanging up, she exhales sharply, summoning her grown sons, Dave and Mike—lazy shadows lounging in the family manse, spoiled by her endless devotion, no burdens to chain them. In the living room, they slouch like predators on the couch, eyes glued to the flickering screen. Sue perches, kills the glow, and drops the bomb: Tiffany Wilde arrives today, fleeing her folks' savage split, mom too wrecked to cradle her. The brothers exchange loaded glances, tension crackling. 'Mrs. Wilde holding up?' Dave probes, brow furrowed. Sue masks her unease, voice steady: 'She needs space to mend. We're her forbidden haven now.' 'Count us in, Mom,' Mike growls, eager. She envelops them in a fierce embrace, then stalks the room, barking orders to prep for the vixen's landing—clean linens, stocked fridge, boundaries blurred. Their eyes lock once more, dark hunger flickering unspoken. CUT TO: Tiffany, a sultry vision in the backseat shadows, chauffeured toward this twisted sanctuary, pulse racing with illicit promise.