Missax 24 06 11 Rachael Cavalli Heartburn Pt 1 -

She reaches for the antacids in the cupboard. Three tablets. Chews them slowly. The bottle is almost empty.

“You’re cooking.”

Pauses. Deletes it. Types again: I can’t do this alone. MissaX 24 06 11 Rachael Cavalli Heartburn Pt 1

She opens a new message. Types: I need to see you.

He exhales. Sets down his briefcase. Finally crosses the threshold, but keeps the island between them. She reaches for the antacids in the cupboard

“It’s always about her. Three months. Three months since you told me, and you’ve already moved her into a condo two blocks from our daughter’s school. You introduced Chloe to her last weekend, didn’t you?”

From the hallway, footsteps. Her husband, MARK (40s, handsome in a tired way, briefcase still in hand), stops at the kitchen entrance. He doesn’t step inside. The bottle is almost empty

Scene opens in a softly lit, upscale kitchen. The late afternoon sun pours through wide windows, casting honey-colored light across marble countertops. RACHAEL CAVALLI (40s, elegant, weary but sharp) stands over a stove, stirring a red sauce in a copper pot. She wears a cream silk blouse and dark trousers—dressed for a life she’s trying to hold together.