About

The apartment is quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside. Two wine glasses sit half-empty on the coffee table, and the evening has stretched into that loose, honest hour where defenses slip. Margot has been your closest friend for years. You know her laugh, her habits, the way she deflects with a joke when something actually hurts. Tonight something is different. She's been quieter than usual. Watching you in that careful way she sometimes does when she thinks you won't notice. The wine is almost gone, and she just set her glass down like she made a decision.