Liv stepped into Jenna’s apartment, her eyes scanning the wide, airy space. Everything smelled faintly of fresh linen and warm sunlight spilling through the tall windows. Her gaze immediately landed on Jenna, who was perched comfortably on the sofa, Amie cradled in her arms.

“Whoa… this place is huge,” Liv said softly, pausing near the doorway. Her tone was light, but her eyes flicked to Amie, taking in the way she rested, a little too still, too warm against Jenna’s chest. “Hey… you’re looking good, Jenna. And uh…” Liv’s voice faltered for just a second, concern threading through her usual teasing energy. “…Amie’s not feeling too great, huh?”