Kevin Sims was standing on Gianna's doorstep. His hands interlocked at the front of his pants. He was clean shaven and had on a fresh crisp suit. He wanted to talk. Bryan was still in the kitchen and he wanted to discuss "us" and "more". Gianna felt trapped. She couldn't breathe. "How did things get to be so complicated? My past and present colliding was not how a Sunday morning should start.