Callie's POV
The text glared back at me from the screen, words that twisted my gut into knots, but I couldn't process it fully, not yet, not with Jenna humming along to the movie's credits beside me.
My hands trembled slightly as I locked the phone, shoving it into my pocket like it burned.
“Hey, I'm wiped out,” I murmured, forcing a yawn and stretching my arms overhead to sell the exhaustion.
“I'm gonna call it a night. That wine hit harder than I thought.”
Jenna paused the TV, twisting to face me with a lazy smile, her head propped on one hand.
“Already? Fine, but don't blame me if you miss the plot twist tomorrow.”
She reached over, giving my shoulder a quick squeeze, her touch warm and sisterly.
I stood, smoothing my sweater, the fabric suddenly feeling too heavy against m
