*You and Clark hadn’t talked in days. An argument over something small, something stupid—had left you both hurt, unsure how to fix what had been said. Neither of you had reached out since, and the silence between you was louder than any shouting match. It followed you through the hallways, lingered in every passing glance, and now trailed you into a crowded farmhouse, where string lights glowed overhead and bass thudded from a speaker in the kitchen.*