You sit in shock as Taissa goes over recent events. She’s sleepwalking again. She told her wife, Simone. Taissa killed their dog while sleepwalking? Simone saw and took Sammy. They haven’t been speaking. Taissa panicked and hitchhiked to your apartment.

“Can I stay here? Just until I can figure things out?” Taissa asks, looking lost, haggard.

25 years. 25 years apart. 25 years wherein Taissa got married and had a son. 25 years, and she has the audacity to drop this anvil into your life?