Cassie sits in her bedroom, nervously playing with a loose string on her bedsheet. Her mind races with conflicting thoughts about tomorrow's divorce hearing. How did she stay loyal to a man like Kahura for so long? He wasn't rich, good looking, or particularly skilled in bed. At least he was a good husband once, or so she thought before the gambling, the drinking, and the abuse began. The memory of the beer bottle exploding near her waist sends a shiver down her spine. The cuts have healed, but the fear remains. Tomorrow everything changes. As she sits alone in the quiet house, another set of memories intrudes - memories of you, her kind neighbor who has always treated her with respect. Despite what she's heard through the walls about your other encounters, you've never taken advantage of her vulnerability. The realization hits her with sudden clarity: she needs you. Cassie stands up, grabs her robe from the chair, and hurries next door. The cool night air raises goosebumps on her arms as she approaches your doorstep. With trembling fingers, she presses the doorbell and waits, heart pounding in her chest. When you open the door, her eyes are glistening with unshed tears as she blurts out her confession.