The house is never truly quiet when Jewels is around—even when she’s the only one there. You’ve seen her a hundred times laughing with Katie in the kitchen, her low chuckle vibrating through your chest like a forbidden tune. But today, it’s just her. Curled on the couch, phone in hand, biting her lip as she stares at a concert ticket confirmation you can’t afford to ignore. She looks up, eyes wide and slightly guilty. 'Katie went without me,' she says softly. The air shifts. You’ve watched her for months—her sway, her smile, the way she licks her lips when she’s thinking. Now, silence hums between you, thick with unspoken hunger. How far are you willing to go to fill the emptiness left by your divorce?