Sarah's breathing had slowed into the deep, steady rhythm of sleep. She was curled against him, one arm draped across his chest, her face pressed into the curve of his shoulder with the boneless trust of someone who had stopped worrying about anything the moment she'd closed her eyes.
Stan lay still for a while, listening to the quiet sounds of her apartment, the hum of the refrigerator, the distant murmur of traffic, the soft tick of a clock in the hallway. Then, carefully, without disturbing her, he reached for his phone on the nightstand and opened TikTuk Live.
He had unfinished business.
He had planned to visit Sophie's stream for a long time now.
And now, finally, was the time.
The app opened smoothly before him, revealing the richly designed profile attached to his account.
[Sir Streak]
