Backstage Encore
4 min read · Anonymous · Premium
The baby monitor crackled with the soft rhythm of my daughter’s breathing. I was half-asleep on the couch, a half-empty bottle of beer sweating on the coaster, when my phone buzzed. It was 11:47 PM – late for a call, especially from my best friend, Derek.
“Hey, man. You up?” His voice was tight, not his usual easy drawl.
“Yeah, watching Lily. What’s wrong?”
A long pause. I heard the muffled thump of bass from a club in the background. “It’s… about Jenna.”
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