MARCO (urgent) Liv! Liv, look at me.
OLIVIA (whisper) Okay. Breathe.
They unpack in silence. Marco takes out fresh basil; Olivia’s hands twitch when he reaches for a pepper. A CRASH from the kitchen—Marco looks, then laughs nervously. aniphobia script
A SHADOW moves across the floor, but not from any visible source. Olivia’s eyes track it as sweat beads on her upper lip.
MARCO Hey little guy.
Olivia recoils, knocking a plant; soil scatters. The dog does not bark. It comes to Olivia and wets her knee. That touch sends her into a seizure of panic—she covers her face and collapses backward onto the couch.
Olivia sobs, shaking. Marco pulls her into an embrace that’s both protective and unsure. MARCO (urgent) Liv
She inhales, exhales. The camera stays on the corner: shadows pool there like a small gathering. A framed photo on the wall shows a smiling OLIVIA with a golden retriever.
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