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QUINN
December 3rd, 2023

"OKAY, I think we should get mattresses first." She says, buckling her seat belt. I don't argue with her, I just drive us to the nearest Sleep Country and follow her inside. She talks to a sales associate for a second, and he suggests a couple different mattresses.

As soon as he's gone, she flops onto it face first, testing it out. She wiggles on it for a bit, then moves on to the next one. This cycle repeats for another 20 minutes before she eventually picks a winner. She looks proud of herself as she talks to the worker.

I decide it's my turn to test some out for myself, and I manage to make a decision much quicker than she did. We mutually agree on a cheaper mattress for the other guest bedroom, and soon we're out of there.

We're in the car after a long day of shopping, and her phone suddenly rings loudly. She picks it up with a simple 'hello?' and listens to what the person on the other line is saying. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but I could faintly hear some of the conversation.

"This is great!" Says the voice, "It's been on the market for a day, and you have somebody giving you an offer you can't refuse."

It seems like a private conversation, and I try to tune it out. I can't help but notice the way she pinches her noise bridge, and the breath she takes in that's a little too controlled to be unintentional. She turns away, responding to the man.

"I'm sorry, can I just call you back?" She says, and their call doesn't last much longer. She's got her phone away from her ear for a second before she's dialing another number, and this time I recognize the voice that picks up.

"Can you come over? Now?" She pleads, still staring out her window. "Great. See you soon. Love you."

She doesn't mention the fact that Brock's coming over, which doesn't matter because I know anyways, but it still bugs me a little.

Soon, Brock's at the door of the penthouse, and she lets him in with a somber expression. He greets me, but stays with her as they head to her room. I try to distract myself, so that my curiosity doesn't get the best of me, but when I hear loud sniffles, I cave. I move closer to her wall, and lean into the door.

"I just wasn't expecting it to get offers so fast, I-I don't wanna let it go just yet." I hear faintly, followed by another sniff.

"I don't think you'll ever be totally ready, Sienna. Neither will I." Brock says back. I feel guilty about eavesdropping, but I'm too nosy to walk away.

"I know I need to sell it. I need the money." She sobs, "I can't afford this place, Brock. I should've told Quinn that as soon as we walked in, but I was embarrassed, and- I won't be able to rely on the money from the house forever. I really need a job."

A huge wave of guilt comes over me, and suddenly I don't want to hear any more. I had no idea this wasn't something she could afford, and I just automatically assumed it wouldn't be a problem.

The thought didn't leave my mind as I went to make some food, but we were too far gone to find somewhere else to stay now. Suddenly, her and Brock walk past me, making me jump. Brock lets out a small laugh, smiling at me as he gives me a goodbye.