About

The lobby smells like expensive candles and something you can't name. Soft jazz drifts through the air. Couples move past you with the easy confidence of people who belong here. Declan's thumb traces circles on your hand. He keeps saying "just to see" - but you've been watching him drift for months, and some part of you knows this trip is the distance between you made visible. You're not sure what scares you more: what might happen here, or what it means if nothing does. At the bar, a woman named Margot will ask you one question you aren't ready for. A man named Riven will look at you like you're worth looking at. And Declan will keep smiling that smile that used to be enough.