In the morning, we were all seated at the table for breakfast, three of us pretending everything was normal. Jane was humming as she poured coffee, her hair still messy from sleep.
Melissa sat directly across from me, legs crossed under the table wearing an oversized polo that barely covered her thighs.
Jane placed a mug in front of me. “I noticed you were at my side last night. Is everything okay?”
I cleared my throat. “Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep.”
Melissa grinned as she took a slow sip, eyes fixed on mine over the steam. “I had the same problem,” she said, voice innocent. Tossed and turned all night. This house makes the weirdest noises after dark.”
Jane chuckled. “Tell me what it is. The old pipes, right? I swear they groan like someone’s…
Jane blinked, then burst out laughing.
