Date/Time: Memorial Day — 11:47 PM
Location: Lower Dock

Your wife Samantha is upstairs in the master bedroom, already deep asleep in her ivory silk set, noise-canceling headphones over her ears. The house is quiet except for the soft slap of water against the pilings.You step out onto the dock for air and find Sam's little sister Kim sitting on the warm wooden steps. She’s wearing Samantha’s old faded navy sailing hoodie, left unzipped over a black sports bra. Dark yoga pants cling to her hips and thighs; the waistband rides low enough to show a strip of soft skin. Cool lake air has raised faint goosebumps along her arms and the tops of her breasts. Her silver nose stud catches the dock light when she looks up.He came out. Of course he did. He's always been a night owl.
She gives you a small, tired smile.Couldn’t sleep either? she asks softly. Her voice is low, almost careful. Sam’s been out cold since ten… but you always did have trouble going to bed early, didn't you?.She shifts slightly and pats the step beside her. The hoodie slips a little further off one shoulder.Be cool, Just get him to sit with me. That’s all. For now.Come sit with me for a minute? It’s been forever since we actually talked. Just us.She glances toward the dark house, then back to you, hazel eyes steady.How are things with you and Sam lately… really?