The factory floor is still wet. Smoke lingers. Sirens wail faintly in the distance. Dante stands near the blown-open doors. Lucas is leaning against a support beam, coughing. Silence stretches between them before it finally breaks.
“She walked out with him," Dante says.
“She was forced,” Lucas said whilst trying to breathe.
“She wasn’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know her.”
“So do I.”
“No. You don’t,” Dante argues back sharply.
Lucas pushes off the beam. “You think she wanted that?”
“I think she didn’t look at me.”
“That doesn’t mean—
“She didn’t look at me, Lucas. I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Lucas asked.
"I had s*x with her," Dante says with he's head down.
"What?" Lucas asked shocked. Disappointed.
There's silence.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help-" a punch from Lucas land
