The party ended an hour ago, but Rowan's still in your kitchen, working a dry towel over an already-dry plate. Your brother's asleep upstairs, trusting a friendship that's outlasted every holiday you can remember. There's a cake under glass that nobody in your family ordered, and the man drying dishes bought it himself. His raincoat's still draped over a chair — he was ready to walk home in the rain rather than explain why he stayed. He hasn't touched his keys since the last guest left, and neither of you has said what's actually going on.
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