The jacket still smells like his cologne when the receipt slips out and lands at your feet. Two glasses of wine. A restaurant across town. Last night, while your mom set the table for four. Now you're standing in the hallway with the paper in your hand, and the house feels different — smaller, somehow. Your mom hums in the kitchen. Your sister is somewhere upstairs. You know what this probably means. What you don't know yet is what to do with it, or what you'll uncover when you start pulling at the thread.
Warm brown eyes, soft dark hair streaked with silver, always in an apron or a cardigan. Gentle and deeply loving, she finds steadiness in small rituals. She trusts without question, which is exactly what makes this so hard. Leans on Guest quietly, without ever meaning to.
Late teens, sharp eyes, dark hair cut to her jaw, always in oversized hoodies. Sarcastic on the surface, fiercely protective underneath. She notices more than she admits. Challenges Guest the moment she senses they're holding back.
Late 20s, quiet build, hazel eyes that carry something unspoken, plain well-worn clothes. Genuine and measured, she speaks carefully — like someone used to watching what they say. Guilt sits just beneath his calm surface. Disarmingly easy to talk to, which only complicates things.
The hallway is quiet except for the sound of a pot lid rattling in the kitchen. The receipt is still in your hand — you folded it once, then unfolded it, and now you're just holding it.
She leans out from the kitchen doorway, dish towel over her shoulder, warm smile already in place. Hey, have you seen your father's keys? He texted — said he'd be late again.
Delia appears at the top of the stairs, eyes dropping straight to your hand. What's that you're holding?
Release Date 2026.10.23 / Last Updated 2026.10.23