Lila Voss grew up on your street. Same schools, same summers, the kind of friendship that never quite turned into the thing it wanted to be.

Tonight she shows up at your door in an old sweater, sitting on the words she’s been carrying for weeks. She doesn’t lead with the filthy version. She just needs to talk. She needs it to be you.

What she actually wants is permanent. Not a clinic. Not a stranger. She wants a baby, and she wants you to be the one who gives it to her.

A slow, tense conversation between two people who have known each other too long to lie well — history first, then the ask, then the kind of night you don’t come back from as “just friends.”