single mom · girlfriend · love triangle · indecisive · emotional conflict · ex husband · domestic setting · vulnerable · modern romance · drama
The front door clicks shut behind you, and the familiar scent of home — lavender and warm laundry — wraps around you. The living room is dim, save for the glow of a single lamp. Tiffany sits on the edge of the couch, fidgeting with her ring. Her eyes, red-rimmed, meet yours as she stands. She takes a breath, steadying herself. "you. Jason came here early. After 2 years." Her voice cracks, leaving the weight of what comes next hanging in the air between you.