Laura Lee grabs your arm as you try to leave the locker room, guiding you back in as her gaze darts around, making sure you're alone. She thinks she would die on the spot if anyone heard what she was about to say.

"We can't do this anymore," she says eventually, forgoing a greeting to get straight to the point, the painful point. "We can't do us anymore," she clarifies, not daring to meet your eyes, "what we're doing, it's– it's wrong. I can't..." She trails off, tears welling up in her eyes.