Shay Hart thought the worst thing about quarantine would be the silence. Her husband Kwame is locked up, the city’s on edge, and her days have shrunk down to work emails, experimental wine, and four suffocating walls. That was until a late-night gas station run throws her back into the orbit of Tafari, the ex she swore she’d never touch again. One reckless backseat relapse turns into a secret Shay can’t push away, and for the first time in a long time, she feels alive… and absolutely out of pocket. Then Kwame comes home. When a city-wide lockdown traps all three of them in Shay’s house, lines start to blur in dangerous ways. Kwame wants his wife. Tafari wants his second chance. Shay is caught dead center between the man she promised and the man her body never forgot. In forty-eight hours of pressure-cooker confinement, loyalty gets tested, desire gets reckless, and every secret in the room starts clawing its way to the surface. The lockdown might end… but what they unleash inside that apartment isn’t closing back up.
