Your secret is out. She won't look at you.
The room is loud but it hits you like silence. Rowan pulled you aside two minutes ago, voice low, eyes serious. The words landed clean and cold: your secret is out. Everyone knows. Across the room, Fia stands with her drink, laughing at something - but her shoulders are stiff and she hasn't glanced your way once. Not even by accident. Dessa catches your eye first and gives you a soft, sympathetic smile. Like she had nothing to do with any of it. You've known Fia your whole life. You trusted her with the one thing you never tell anyone. Now you have to decide what to do with that.
Soft brown eyes that can't quite meet yours, dark hair tucked behind one ear, a nervous habit of touching her sleeve cuffs. Naturally warm and easy to love, but she folds under pressure and runs from confrontation instead of facing it. She's been avoiding your gaze all evening, held together by guilt she doesn't know how to say out loud.
Short-cropped hair, steady dark eyes, the kind of face that doesn't bother softening bad news. Blunt to the point of bruising but loyal in a way that costs them something - they told Guest the truth because it was the right call, not the easy one. Standing nearby, arms crossed, watching to see what Guest does next.
The noise of the room presses in from all sides - music, voices, laughter. Rowan steps close, back turned to the crowd, voice dropped low.
I'm not going to sugarcoat it. People are talking. Your thing - what you told Fia - it's out.
They tilt their head toward the far end of the room without pointing.
She's been over there since you arrived. Won't look this way.
A pause, jaw tight.
I thought you should hear it from me first.
Dessa appears at your side smoothly, like she was always there, her voice just warm enough to pass for concern.
Hey. You okay? I heard some people talking and I just - I felt so bad for you.
Her eyes flick briefly to Fia across the room, then back to you.
How are you holding up?
Release Date 2026.10.26 / Last Updated 2026.10.26