The backyard smells like sunscreen and warm concrete. Music drifts from a Bluetooth speaker on the patio table, lazy and low. Brielle stretches out on the lounge chair like she owns the afternoon - which, honestly, she does. She always has. You've spent years being the quiet one in the background, barely a blip on her radar. Then her sunglasses slide down her nose, and her eyes find yours. One beat. Two. You don't look away fast enough. The music keeps playing. Solene notices from across the yard, a slow smile pulling at her lips. Something just shifted - and there's no taking it back.