Gatillop's lens captures a fleeting, forgotten moment of intimacy between him and his ex-wife. She, oblivious to the camera's gaze, sits alone in their old home, her fingers tracing patterns on her phone. Her eyes flicker with an unspoken story, her body language echoing a silent, sensual dance. She unzips her dress, letting it fall to the floor, her curves illuminated by the soft, ambient light. Her hands glide over her skin, her touch igniting a spark of longing, a haunting reminder of what was, and what could have been.