Mysonsgf — Jenny

David didn't go downstairs. He just listened to the soft footsteps cross the foyer, pause at the bottom of the stairs, and then continue—not up to Liam’s room, but into the kitchen.

She held up a small, familiar object. A silver locket. David’s blood went cold. It was his late wife’s. The one he kept in the ceramic dish on his dresser. The one he’d shown Liam last week, telling him the story of how he’d given it to her the day they’d found out they were pregnant with him.

From down the hall, he heard the faint pew-pew-pew of Liam’s headset, the muffled laughter of online friends. David stood up. He didn’t go to his son. He went to the kitchen, poured two cups of coffee, and set one on the counter. Mysonsgf Jenny

“If he wants it back, he can come get it himself,” she said. “Tell me I’m worth the drive.”

He sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Jenny. Of course. For the past three months, his son’s girlfriend had been an invisible third resident in their home. She lived not in the guest room, but in Liam’s phone, on his laptop, and apparently, at this ungodly hour, on David’s own curated feed. David didn't go downstairs

“He doesn’t understand,” Jenny hissed, tears now spilling down her cheeks. “He thinks I’m just ‘high-maintenance.’ He thinks a dozen roses on a Tuesday fixes everything. But you know. You know what it’s like to need to feel chosen.”

“You guys,” she whispered into the mic, her voice a frantic, breathy tremble. “I’m doing it. I’m really doing it.” A silver locket

The comments section was a cacophony of support, punctuated by a few lone voices of reason: That’s stealing, Jen.

Five minutes later, the live stream ended. The silver locket lay back in the ceramic dish on his dresser. And at 12:31 AM, the front door creaked open.

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He didn’t mean to click. But curiosity, that old devil, got the better of him.