Ever since my mother passed in 2014, I’ve felt like I have a story that needs to be told. I’ve written paragraphs and chapters and I’ve joked that I’m working on my memoir, but this is the first time since that day almost eight years ago that I will begin to share my story. A few months ago, as Leo climbed into bed I decided to shower. When I came back to bed it was a world in which both Venus, in her crib, and Leo, in our bed, were fast asleep. I had a paragraph that I wanted to write down. It was a kind of opening. I pulled the sheet and comforter over my head so I wouldn’t disturb the girls in their slumber. I was tired and didn’t want to lose the words so I opened the Apple Messages app and I began typing. First it was one paragraph. Then another. Then many more. Then it was 3500 words that I had typed out one paragraph at a time and texted to myself. The next morning, I thought I’d written a short story. I was wrong. That wasn’t what happened at all. I’d written a script. Here is the prologue. This is the only section that wasn’t written that night under the sheets. Thank you for everyone who helped me bring this first installment to life. Especially my star @patrickoneal33 and @cayce.wav who mixed our beautiful audio. Written, directed, shot, and edited by me.