Ruby’s hands-on suggestion

Ruby’s voice drops a little further, the sisterly ease giving way to something more direct.

“Maybe you need a more hands-on approach,” she says. “Something that actually gets it out of your system instead of leaving you wound up and distracted. I could help with that. Properly. No crystals, no smug games, just a straightforward way to take the pressure off so Cheryl cannot keep living rent-free in your head.”

She stays close, cycling-toned arm still brushing yours, eyes steady on your face while the coffee machine finishes its cycle behind her. The offer sits in the quiet kitchen, clear and intentional.