Chapter 41: Lucky Me
Reese
The next day carried the kind of tension that didn’t announce itself loudly, didn’t slam doors or raise voices, but instead crept into every corner of the house, settled into the walls and lingered in the silence between words.
It was the kind of tension that made even the smallest sounds feel amplified—the faint tapping of keys, the quiet suckling noises from a baby’s pacifier—everything felt too loud against the backdrop of what hadn’t been said.
No one brought up what happened the night before. No one even tried. Yet.
And somehow, that made it worse.
It was in the way Alyssa moved around the kitchen like she was careful not to disturb something fragile, in the way Lizzie spoke in softer tones than usual, her laughter quieter, restrained, like she was
