Missax 24 06 11 Rachael Cavalli Heartburn Pt 1 -

Deletes again.

“That house was my mother’s. She left it to me, not us. You don’t get to sell it because your new girlfriend wants a pool.”

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. 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.

Mark looks away. That’s answer enough. Deletes again

She turns off the flame. The sauce bubbles once, then settles. She leans against the counter, one hand pressed to her sternum.

He leaves. The front door closes softly, a coward’s exit. She stands there a long moment, then sinks onto a stool at the island. She pulls out her phone. Scrolls past photos of Chloe, past recipes saved for dinners she’ll never make, past a calendar full of couples therapy appointments she canceled. You don’t get to sell it because your

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.