From down the hall, he heard the faint pew-pew-pew of Liam’s headset, the muffled laughter of online friends. David stood up. He didn’t go to his son. He went to the kitchen, poured two cups of coffee, and set one on the counter.
David’s thumb hovered over the ‘Report’ button. He should wake Liam. He should march into his son’s room and say, Your girlfriend is in my bedroom, live-streaming to four hundred strangers with your mother’s heirloom.
Five minutes later, the live stream ended. The silver locket lay back in the ceramic dish on his dresser. And at 12:31 AM, the front door creaked open. Mysonsgf Jenny
OMG Jenny Queen behavior Get it girl
The comments section was a cacophony of support, punctuated by a few lone voices of reason: That’s stealing, Jen. From down the hall, he heard the faint
But he didn’t. He kept watching.
“If he wants it back, he can come get it himself,” she said. “Tell me I’m worth the drive.” He went to the kitchen, poured two cups
He heard the clink of a coffee mug. And then, for the first time all night, silence. Not the angry, lonely kind. The kind that just needed someone to sit with it for a while.
He closed the app. The silence of the house rushed back in.
He didn’t mean to click. But curiosity, that old devil, got the better of him.
David didn't go downstairs. He just listened to the soft footsteps cross the foyer, pause at the bottom of the stairs, and then continue—not up to Liam’s room, but into the kitchen.