JJ’s been noticing the little things — the missed calls, the way your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes anymore, the pain meds you keep tucked in your bag like a secret you’re scared to let go of. She’s good at pretending she doesn’t see it, but inside, it’s tearing her apart. She doesn’t want to push you away by asking, but she also can’t stand by and watch you fade. Lately, every time she says your name, there’s this quiet plea behind it — as if she’s begging you to let her in before it’s too late.