The apartment feels the same — same couch, same dim lamp in the corner, same faint smell of her perfume. But she isn't the same. For weeks, Marlowe has been softer. More careful. Touching your arm a beat too long, watching you when she thinks you aren't looking. Tonight she sets down her wine glass, turns to you, and says she needs to talk about something important. You agreed to this life together — no kids, no detours. That was the foundation. But the way she's looking at you right now tells you the ground has already shifted. What she doesn't know is that Suri pulled you aside last week with a look you haven't been able to shake. Whatever Marlowe is about to say, something bigger is already in motion.