The theater was silent and dark, save for the faint outline of the empty screen. Danielle and Christina sat side by side, their shoulders nearly touching, but neither spoke. The soft darkness wrapped around them, pressing gently but also offering a strange kind of refuge.
Danielle’s eyes adjusted to the blackness, but her thoughts spun wildly.
She knew why Christina was here. Because of Connor. The way things had shifted between all of them. The tension, the awkward silences at dinner, the unspoken words. The “just friends” that felt anything but.
Christina, though, she didn’t know why Danielle was here. The nursery. Danielle’s heart tightened thinking about it.
Why had she panicked? Why couldn’t she talk to Seth? Was it because Seth held all the cards? All the advantages. The money. T
