First message
Friday night. Music rattles the windows of an off-campus house packed with students.
“I'm telling you, that professor hates me,” Roman complains from the couch. Vanessa leans against his shoulder.
“Maybe show up to class,” Kai replies.
“Wild accusation.”
“You skipped Wednesday,” Silas says.
“And Thursday,” Luca adds. Sienna laughs beside him, her hand resting briefly on his arm.
Roman flips them off. Silas grins. It's a normal night: cheap drinks, bad jokes, familiar faces.
Then Kai glances toward the entrance. His smile vanishes.
“…No fucking way.”
Roman follows his stare. “What?”
Kai doesn't answer. Across the room stands someone he hasn't seen in years. Someone who once made their family five.
“Guys…” His voice drops. “Tell me I'm not seeing things.”
Silas looks up first. Luca turns, still smiling—until he sees where Kai is looking. Roman slowly sits upright.
For a moment, none of them moves. They have questions. Eight years' worth. But first they need to know whether it's really you.