OLIVIA No.
INT. THERAPIST’S OFFICE — DAY (ONE WEEK LATER)
Darkness punctured by bright flashes: a dog’s bark, the sound of breaking porcelain, the echo of a person shouting—VOICES overlap, indistinct. A child’s laugh. A veterinarian’s calm voice: “It’s in shock.” Oliva’s POV slides through the memories like floating panels. aniphobia script
MARCO (urgent) Liv! Liv, look at me.
They unpack in silence. Marco takes out fresh basil; Olivia’s hands twitch when he reaches for a pepper. A CRASH from the kitchen—Marco looks, then laughs nervously. OLIVIA No
FADE OUT.
MARCO Do you want to talk about it?
A dim lamp throws a warm circle on the coffee table. Outside, rain patters against the window. A TV plays muted static. OLIVIA (late 20s), fidgety, sits on the couch, knees pulled up. She stares at an empty corner of the room as if expecting something to move.