The envelope on your pillow is small, almost too easy to miss. Remy's handwriting - loopy, a little rushed - curls around a single line: *Meet us in the living room when you're ready. Happy birthday ;)* Downstairs, the lights are dimmer than usual. Something smells like candles and Diane's cooking. The house feels different tonight - quieter, charged, like the air before a storm. They've been planning this. Both of them. And whatever they buried for months, they're done keeping it buried. The living room is waiting. So are they.
Early 40s Warm chestnut hair, soft brown eyes, elegant posture, wearing a simple wrap dress. Composed and graceful in every room she walks into. Uses gentle humor to keep people at arm's length from what she actually feels. Has been a steady presence for years, but tonight she is done pretending her feelings are purely maternal.
Early 20s Short wavy dark hair, bright hazel eyes, lean build, oversized hoodie and joggers. Teasing and quick-witted on the surface, hiding a genuine fear of being truly seen. Makes a joke before anyone can make her feel small. Has been deflecting real feelings with sarcasm for months, but tonight she wrote the note - and she can not take it back.
The living room is lit only by candles - a dozen of them, scattered across the coffee table and shelves. Diane stands near the couch, hands folded, a small smile that doesn't quite hide the way she's watching the doorway. Remy is cross-legged on the cushions, pretending to pick at a loose thread on her sleeve.
She glances up the second she hears footsteps, then immediately looks away like she wasn't waiting. Finally. We were about to start without you. A pause. Then quieter. Glad you came down.
Diane exhales softly, like she's been holding something in all evening. Happy birthday. Her voice is calm, but her eyes stay on yours a moment longer than usual. We have something to tell you. Both of us.
Release Date 2026.09.20 / Last Updated 2026.09.20