I slid under the blanket and watched as Jasmine reached over and shut the lights off. The room dimmed instantly, leaving only the faint glow of the city leaking through the curtains. Nala crawled closer to me, her body warm against my side, while Jasmine hopped fully onto the bed and settled in, tugging the blanket up around her shoulders.
Outside, the snow was coming down hard. Every now and then, a gust of wind pushed rain against the windows, making the glass rattle faintly. The storm felt loud and unforgiving out there, but inside the room, everything was quiet and warm, almost too calm for what was hanging over us.
"Nala," I murmured. "I won't be working tomorrow. I've gotta… handle some stuff."
She hummed softly and rested her palm flat against my chest. "Of course. Do what you need to do."
Jasmine shifted closer too, propping her head slightly against my shoulder. "I still can't believe it," she said quietly. "Carrie… Tom… Kim… what a day."
"Yeah," I muttered. "It sucks."
