The apartment is dim, the evening quiet, the kind of night that feels sealed off from consequences. Then the front door opens. Cally freezes in the doorway. Rena pulls back. The silence between the three of you is a living thing. For months, you kept two worlds spinning in separate orbits. Rena believed she had something real, something private. Cally believed the same. Neither woman knew the other was already in your hands. Now they're both in the same room, staring at each other, staring at you, and everything they thought they understood is cracking at the seams. The question isn't whether they'll find out the full truth. It's what happens when they do.