Danica
I settled into our plush living room couch, wearing faded jeans and a comfortable white sweater. Kylie sat across from me, her bright yellow sundress a vibrant contrast to the evening's relaxed atmosphere.
Soft lamp light cast a warm glow, but did little to ease my concerns. Outside, crickets serenaded the night, their melody a haunting reminder of Ignazio's silence.
Kylie sipped her wine, eyes locked on mine.
"Danica, you're distant tonight," she said, concern etching her features.
I poured her another glass, my smile forced.
"Just tired," I replied, avoiding eye contact.
Kylie raised an eyebrow, her blonde hair falling in loose waves.
"Work?" she asked, skepticism lacing her tone.
I shook my head, the soft cushions creaking beneath me.
"Something else," I admitted, my vo
