The apartment smells like wine and warm bread when you push through the front door. Your coat is barely off when you hear it — laughter from the living room, easy and unhurried, the kind that happens between two people who've run out of secrets. You round the corner. Lena and Simone are tucked into the couch, glasses in hand. The TV's off. They weren't waiting for a show. They were waiting for you. They both look up at the same moment, wearing the same quiet smile, and the room feels smaller than it did this morning. You remember what Lena told you before the wedding — that she'd never loved just one person at a time. You told her you understood. Tonight, she's asking if that was true.