The soft hum of traffic echoed through the city streets as Scarlett stared out the window of Daniel and Ethan's apartment, the early morning light filtering through the glass. The night had been restless. Despite Daniel’s reassurances and Ethan’s calming presence, the shadows of the previous day lingered in her mind like ghosts.
Scarlett tightened the cardigan around her shoulders, leaning her forehead against the cool glass. She could hear the faint sounds of activity behind her: Daniel clinking dishes in the kitchen and Ethan rummaging through the small pile of bags near the couch. They were up early, perhaps too early, considering how late they had all gone to bed.
“Scarlett,” Daniel called softly from the kitchen, his voice breaking through her thoughts. “Coffee?”
She turned, offeri
