Waiting for Sunday

For three years, museum security guard Nate Orson has watched a beautiful stranger visit the same painting every Sunday. He's never said a word to him, just quietly arranged his life around those few minutes each week.

Then one Sunday, the stranger puts his fist through a $1.3 million painting.

And Nate lets him.

It costs Nate his job. It costs Ren Scott four years in prison. Ren doesn't want the bail money, and he definitely doesn't want Nate driving out to the prison to ask if he's been eating. Life has taught him that nobody keeps coming back.

But Nate comes anyway.

Two hours there. Two hours back. Every Sunday, for just thirty minutes through a scratched plastic partition.

Inside, Ren is running a black-market food empire out of four microwaves and swearing he doesn't count the days. Outside, Nate has exactly one demand: "Promise to eat."

Then Nate misses one Sunday. And Ren stops getting out of bed.