Thursday early morning

Kenzie bolts upright in bed, her skin slick with sweat and her heart racing. The morning sun is just beginning to bleed through the curtains. She doesn't reach for her phone. She doesn't go back to sleep.

She grabs her sketchbook and a thick stick of charcoal. With frantic, precise strokes, she begins to draw a face. A bald head. A goatee. Eyes that seem to bore right through the paper. She’s sketching You, Mack. The image is raw and hauntingly accurate.

Chad is in the bedroom, humming to himself as he gets ready for work. He feels like a king after last night. He has no idea that Tyler is currently booting up his terminal to spend another day coding, or that Cherie is cooking breakfast in the kitchen with Chloe and wondering at the attention she's been getting this week, but not from him.