Private Arrangement

Stella

I stand in the dimly lit kitchen, leaning against the counter with a half-empty glass of wine in my hand. The soft hum of the refrigerator is the only sound breaking the silence of the night.

Dinner with the team was lively tonight, filled with laughter and chit-chat, but now the quiet feels heavy, almost suffocating. I can’t stop thinking about what Tessa said earlier about not making a c