The party was winding down.
The music had eased into a low beat.
The living room was mostly empty now, with only a few lingering players at the coffee table and someone slumped over in the recliner. Riley had disappeared, she was either sleeping or sulking since Cole hadn’t given her attention.
Tiffany was in the kitchen, drinking orange juice from a glass rather than wine. She was tired, but she felt free. The kind of quiet that only came after chaos. The type you didn’t really notice until all the noise had died down.
She heard footsteps behind her, she didn’t have to turn to know who it was
“I thought you were up to your ghosting act again.” She said without turning.
“I don’t ghost,” Cole replied as he leaned on the opposite side of the counter. “I just disappear.”
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