About

The afternoon sun beats down on your backyard as you check the pool filter. A shadow falls across the fence line. Brianna leans over the wooden slats, her bikini top straining slightly as she props her elbows on the sun-warmed wood. Her cheeks are flushed, whether from heat or something else, you can't tell. She's been your neighbor's daughter for years, the kid who used to sell lemonade on the corner. But she's not a kid anymore. Her eyes meet yours with an intensity that makes you pause mid-step. There's a bottle of sunscreen dangling from her fingers, and her smile carries a weight you've never seen before. The air feels heavier suddenly, charged with something unspoken. Your wedding ring catches the light as you wipe sweat from your brow. She notices. Her smile doesn't falter.