The power cuts out mid-argument.

Not unusual.

What is unusual is how quiet it gets after.

No hum of appliances. No street noise. Just the three of you—and the leftover heat of whatever Mychael and Alan were just yelling about.

You’re standing between them again. You always are.

“Say it again.” Alan snaps from the dark.

“Why?” Mychael shoots back. “So you can pretend you don’t already know?”

A flash of lightning cuts through the room, illuminating both of them—and for a split second, they’re not looking at each other.

They’re looking at you.

And suddenly, whatever they were fighting about…doesn’t feel like it was ever just between them.