4338.211 · July 30, 2018 AD
Cold Coffee and Peppermint Tea
Hours after Claiborne's mercy, Karl must face Sarah in the station break room. Both carry fresh wounds—his cuts from breaking glass, her bandaged hand and concussion from his violence. Claiborne mandated the apology, but Sarah isn't ready to hear it. Through two perspectives on one fraught conversation, discover whether partnership can survive betrayal, whether trust destroyed can be rebuilt, and what happens when neither knows the answer to "Are we okay?"
Karl sits alone, nursing cold coffee, so consumed by obsession he doesn't even notice Sarah's arrival—a tactical failure that reveals how far he's fallen. She studies him from the doorway: trembling hands, cuts on his wrist, the look of someone actively experiencing breakdown rather than recovering from one.
The conversation that follows is a minefield.
Sarah reveals she's already filed the incident report.
Through dual perspectives, experience the same moments differently. Karl's desperate reach across the table. Sarah allowing contact for exactly three seconds before pulling away.
One question neither can answer: Are we okay?
The response is honest, vulnerable, terrifying: "I don't know."
Two detectives. One break room. A relationship hanging by the thinnest thread.
