She goes home for the night

Claire walks home in a daze, her mind racing with thoughts of what she's done. She can't believe she let Tyreal talk her into that. As she opens the door to her house, she's relieved to see that Jack is asleep on the couch. She quietly slips past him and makes her way upstairs to the bathroom.

She washes up quickly, trying to scrub away the lingering feelings of guilt and shame. She looks at herself in the mirror, wondering how things got so out of hand. The high was supposed to be just a little fun, but it ended up leading her down a path she never intended to take.

Claire stands in front of the sink, staring at her reflection as she tries to process what happened. She speaks to herself in a soft, desperate tone. "What am I doing? This isn't me. I'm a married woman, for crying out loud! What would Jack think if he knew?" She shakes her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "I need to get it together. I can't let this happen again."