SIMON: You’ve drunk way too much.

CAMILLE: I’ve seen him reach out for her.

I see it in his eyes.

SIMON: Jess would never. /

CAMILLE: Never?

SIMON: Go home Camille.

CAMILLE: I’m waiting here for Matt.

The poor little boy.

I try.

I try so hard.

Beat.

I try Simon.

But I just can’t make myself feel it.

SIMON: Feel what?

CAMILLE: I try. I pretend.

But Lachlan knows.

Angus knows.

Do you think I’m a monster?

SIMON: Yeah tonight you are a bit of a monster actually!

CAMILLE: I have these thoughts.

These terrible thoughts.

SIMON: What thoughts?

CAMILLE: That something will happen.

That I could hurt Angus.

That I could do something horrible.

SIMON: You’d never hurt him, Camille.

You’re his mother.

CAMILLE: He’s already a stranger to me.

I should have left before, before Angus.

We were broken already.

I knew then. Knew I couldn’t do it.

But fucking Lachlan—

So desperate to be a father.

SIMON: I’m sure it’s just a bad / phase.

CAMILLE: No.

It’s all wrong Simon.

Everything.

Life’s too short.

Beat.

Will you listen Simon?

If I tell you something.

SIMON: Of course.

CAMILLE: You can’t tell a soul.

Not even Jess.

SIMON: What is it?

CAMILLE: I need you to promise.

SIMON: Has something happened?

Okay, yes I promise.

CAMILLE: Simon I don’t feel anything. Not properly.

For Angus.

No love.

Nothing.

I’m tired of failing.

SIMON: You don’t love him; you don’t love your baby?

CAMILLE: I don’t know how to love either of them.

Not Angus.

And not Lachlan, anymore.

I just feel empty.

I’m a terrible, terrible person.

SIMON: No you’re not.

CAMILLE: I’m fucking Matt.

SIMON:—

CAMILLE: I’m completely horrible.

SIMON: No.

CAMILLE: Tell me I’m a bitch. Go on.

Tell me I don’t deserve Angus.

Tell me they’re better off without me.

Go on tell me.

SIMON: You’re a bitch.

You don’t deserve Angus.

They’d be better off without you.

Better?

She laughs.

CAMILLE: No.

SIMON: You’re a terrible monster, a fucking evil witch.

CAMILLE: Go on more.

SIMON: You’re a—

You’re a filthy whore, a stupid worthless piece of shit.

CAMILLE: A useless little tramp.

SIMON: A precious fucking cunt.

CAMILLE cheers.

But you can look someone in the eye, a real person from your real life and tell the truth.

For that I admire you.

CAMILLE: Yeah.

But I should be telling the truth to those who need to hear it.

SIMON: No.

I don’t—

You just—

You just tell who you can tell.

CAMILLE: Thanks.

Beat.

How does one little decision make it all such a fucking mess?

Beat.

I wish I could talk to Lachlan like I can talk to you. We’ve lost that.

You’re not really here if you can’t share who you are.