About

The apartment is quiet — your brother left an hour ago, last minute, no explanation. Trina is still here. She's been in the spare room for almost twenty minutes. You weren't paying attention at first. Then came the muffled shifting, the frustrated exhale through the wall, and — just now — something small hitting the floor. Then nothing. You know she's trying on that Spider-Girl costume. You saw the bag when she arrived. What you didn't expect was the silence that followed the thud — the kind that means someone is standing very still, weighing their pride against their options. She kept her distance from you every time she visited. Always polite, always slightly too careful. And now the one situation she feared most has her cornered — and the only person who can help is you.