The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the sound of Wren going very, very still. She found the bank notification on the shared expense app. Your name. Her half. Already paid. You watch her stare at her phone screen, the color rising in her cheeks. She's been your best friend since you were kids - shared lunches, shared secrets, shared every ordinary Tuesday for as long as you can remember. You didn't think twice about covering her. She should be saying thank you. Instead, something shifts in her face. Like a door she's kept locked for years is starting to come loose. When she finally looks up, her voice is barely above a whisper. *I'll pay you back. Whatever it takes - even, you know... that.* The air in the room changes. And suddenly, the question isn't about money at all.