The living room looked nothing like it had earlier that day.
The coffee table had been shoved off to the side, making room for a mess of pillows and layered blankets sprawled across the carpet. The couch had also been buried under an avalanche of soft throws, clearly the work of someone who took "cozy" a little too seriously.
Samantha was currently on her knees near the base of the sofa, fluffing the last pillow like she was prepping a five-star sleep clinic. Her face held that unusually bright glow she only ever got when domesticity actually worked in her favor.
No arguments, no chaos—just warm lighting, no Wi-Fi, and the chance to make everyone sit in the same room for more than five minutes.
Ahead of her, Summer was sitting cross-legged on the floor, laptop propped on her thighs as she scrolled through a cluttered folder full of old movie files. The display mirrored neatly onto the living room TV, which—thanks to the lack of network—was now their only viable screening method.
