DA Harvey Davis

Dana turns to address the jury.

She takes a moment to let that connect, returns to her seat.

The judge nods, Dana stands, steps right up to the jury.

Isn't on trial for not loving her son.

Great.

Takes a quick breath, keeps going.

She sits down, the judge's instructions to the jury drone in the background.

Exterior, Dana's office, day.

Dana stands in the doorway, glances around at her books, her degree, her pictures.

She walks to her desk, opens a bottom drawer, sifts her hand through the collection of unopened letters.

Interior, Dana's home office, night.

Dana sits at her desk in near darkness, still in work clothes, but for once they are wrinkled and in disarray.

A spot of light from a lamp illuminates one of the colored envelopes, open, with a letter and small picture next to it.

Ethan pokes his head in.

Dana gathers up the letter and the picture.

Yeah, I'll be there in a little bit.

She does not respond.

He waits, gives a small sigh, walks away.

She lifts her hand off the picture, looks down at it.

Interior, Dana's home office, day.