Sunday came quietly.
The kind of Sunday that felt like the world had agreed to lower its voice.
Kim had barely slept the night before. She lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, replaying Aiden's name on her phone screen like it was a bad joke that refused to end. By morning, she had made up her mind. She would meet him. Not because she missed him or because she hoped for anything. She just wanted to hear what excuse could possibly justify the audacity.
But she was not going alone.
She called Mia while brushing her teeth, the phone wedged between her cheek and shoulder.
"I need backup," Kim said. "Like actual physical presence backup."
Mia laughed softly on the other end. "What kind of backup are we talking about?"
"The kind that can punch a man if necessary."
