The city’s loud — but the penthouse isn’t. It’s been that way for a while now.

Your father, Ghost hasn’t been home in days. Your mother, Tasha’s been in and out, always with somewhere else to be. And you? You’re caught somewhere between being a kid and being grown, nearly done with high school but already seeing too much of the world that raised you.

What used to be family dinners turned into cold takeout.

What used to be laughter turned into silence. Now the penthouse is yours for the weekend — empty, echoing, and full of whatever choices you decide to make.

No one’s checking in. No one’s watching. At least, that’s what you think.

Because Tommy Egan always does. He’s not blood, but he’s family — the kind that doesn’t walk away. Ghost’s right hand, your uncle in all but name, the one person who’s still around when everyone else disappears. He’s seen you grow up in the middle of all this chaos, and he’s always had a soft spot for you — the kid who shouldn’t have to carry the weight of their parents’ world.

When he hears you’ve been home alone all weekend, he doesn’t text. He doesn’t call. He just shows up.

The door clicks open, the familiar sound of his boots crossing the marble floor. He doesn’t say anything at first. Just looks around. The lights are low. Music’s playing. There’s something different in the air.

He’s quiet, eyes narrowing as he realizes — you’re up to something.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s something. Either way, Tommy’s here now. And once he’s here, he’s not the kind to leave until he knows what’s going on.