--- INT. SKY’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – EVENING The front door creaked open. Sky stepped in, his tie loose, shirt slightly rumpled, the weight of the day — and his guilt — heavy in his posture. The living room was dim, the only light coming from a single standing lamp in the corner. Ava sat curled on the couch, legs crossed, eyes fixed on him like she’d been waiting for hours — because she had. AVA (coldly): “Well, well. The runaway groom finally returns.” Sky paused mid-step. He sighed and dropped his keys onto the console. SKY: “I don’t have time for this.” AVA (sharply): “You never do.” He walked past her toward the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. AVA (rising): “Is that it? After what happened? You’re just going to pretend it didn’t mean anything?” Sky t

