The spacious guest room was bathed in warm, muted light, the kind that softened shadows and made everything feel deceptively calm. At the center stood a wide queen-size bed dressed in pristine white sheets, its mattress dipping slightly with every small movement. Tiffany sat near the edge, one knee on the foam as she carefully brushed Skyler's hair, the soft bristles gliding through his dark strands in steady strokes.
Each time Skyler shifted, the mattress responded with gentle vibrations, a quiet creak accompanying the motion. He kept rolling around, restless and stubborn, clearly uninterested in sitting still. Tiffany's jaw tightened as irritation flickered across her face. She shot a sharp look at Divine, who lay sprawled on the other side of the bed like a nuisance she refused to acknowledge.
"What's your problem?!" Tiffany snapped.
Without warning, Divine grabbed a pillow and shoved it over Tiffany's face.
"Aww!" Skyler hissed suddenly, his voice sharp with discomfort.
