The late afternoon sun glared through the curtains, far too bright for the heavy tension in the room.
Tiffany remained motionless, the blanket held tightly against her chest, her gaze focused on the ceiling. Landon's arm hung casually around her waist. Riley had quietly gotten out of bed and dressed, moving silently about the room.
Nobody said a word. The only noises were the floor creaking as Riley shifted, the gentle hum of a vibrating phone, and the unsteady breath in Tiffany's throat.
Her mind was distant, she felt detached from her body as if she were watching everything from above.
“Uhm, I should probably head home.” Riley said, breaking the silence.
Tiffany didn’t look at her. She didn’t turn, she didn’t move. She just lay there frozen.
Riley paused in the doorway for a mom
