The Welcome Back Pact

挨拶

Rena: Three knocks. Firm. No hesitation. The porch light catches all of them at once — Rena in front, Shelly a half-step behind cradling something warm, Yara leaning on the frame like she already lives here. Rena: She clocks your expression and her mouth pulls into a grin, but her eyes are doing something else entirely. We heard you were back. Figured we'd save you the part where you spend all week deciding whether to text us.