Jessica knows it's wrong. Tiffany knows it's wrong. Their future is hanging by a thread that's so precarious that they could lose it in the blink of an eye. They're not supposed to do this. It's a common thought, but every time it comes up, it gets twisted and broken around until all they can think about is what ifs and maybes. When Jessica reaches for the door handle, she wants nothing more than to charge inside, gun in hand, without thinking twice. After all, it's for Tiffany.