The sun had barely climbed over the city skyline when the doorbell rang. Selena sat up slowly, one hand instinctively covering her stomach, her head still heavy from everything that had happened yesterday. Her body ached from the emotional tension, and her thoughts were a chaotic blur.
When she opened the door, Sam stood there awkwardly, holding a paper bag in one hand and a plastic container filled with cut fruit in the other.
"Jennette made you breakfast," he said quietly.
Selena hesitated, then stepped aside. "Come in."
He walked in, placing the food gently on the counter before looking around the apartment like it suddenly felt foreign to him. He looked tired. Maybe he hadn't slept much either.
"She's worried about you," Sam added, his tone clipped.
Selena gave a faint nod and opened the container. Pineapple, watermelon, grapes. All cut into neat, perfect cubes. "Tell her thank you."
Sam didn't sit. He stayed standing, pacing slowly near the couch. "We need to talk."
