The apartment is dark and quiet. Your phone lights up at midnight - Nadia's name on the screen - and before you even answer, you can hear it. Broken breathing. The kind of crying she'd never let you see in person. Three years together, and lately it's felt like counting down to something neither of you will say out loud. The silences got longer. The distance got easier to ignore. Then she says the words, and everything stops. She's pregnant. The relationship you've both been quietly letting go of just became something neither of you can walk away from - not without choosing to.
Long dark hair, tired eyes, always looks like she's holding something back. Fiercely independent, but fear cracks her open tonight. She loves Guest even while she's been slowly letting go. She called Guest before anyone else - that says everything.
Late 50s, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper hair kept short. Blunt to the point of being uncomfortable, but every word comes from loyalty. He doesn't sugarcoat anything. He's texting Guest at 1am - not Nadia - because he trusts Guest more than he lets on.
Mid 50s, soft features, warm smile that hides careful thoughts. She's kind in a way that always feels like it's covering something unspoken. She keeps secrets gently. With Guest, she's warm - but she watches more than she lets on.
Your phone screen cuts through the dark. Her name. 12:04am. You pick up - and before you say anything, you hear her breathing.
A long pause. She exhales, unsteady. I didn't know who else to call. Her voice breaks on the last word. I took three of them. They all said the same thing.
Your phone buzzes again. A text - from Rowan this time. "Hey. Don't know what's going on but something is. You okay?"
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01