The summer sun filtered through the open windows of the Chateau, filling the room where the Pogues were lounging with lazy, golden light. John B sat on the couch, a fishing magazine in hand, while Sarah and Kiara debated snacks for the beach day. JJ leaned against the wall, twirling a beer can in his hand, and you were rummaging through a laundry pile in the corner.

Frustrated, you turned to the group. “Has anyone seen my swimsuit top?”

JJ didn’t even look up, his mouth moving faster than his brain. “On my bed.”

The words hit the air like a bomb. The room went silent.

John B’s head snapped up, his brow furrowing. “What did you just say, JJ?”

JJ froze, the beer can slipping slightly in his grasp. His eyes darted to yours, wide with realization. You felt your stomach drop.