He said nothing else, only make sure everyone is there. In the background of that call, the faint hum of Ruth’s song floated again through the halls, cracked by exhaustion, yet still gentle, he shut his eyes. He hadn’t heard that melody since he was a child. The next evening, the penthouse glowed under soft lights. The table was set for eight silver cutlery lined in military precision.
Ethan arrived first, calm on the surface, though every nerve burned beneath. Clare appeared radiant in a white gown, pretending warmth. Finally, a proper dinner, she said, brushing his shoulder. You’ve been distant lately. He smiled faintly. Just work. Guest trickled in two partners from his firm. Clare’s friends from the video and Ruth, quiet in a plain gray dress.
Her eyes darted between them, unsure why she was invited to sit. Ethan pulled out her chair. You belong here. His tone made everyone else freeze for half a breath. Dinner began with laughter, forced and sharp. Clare led every joke, all surface charm. Ruth barely touched her plate. When the main course was cleared, Ethan stood and dimmed the lights.