Kendra let out a small, sharp gasp.

Vanessa stared into the dark, empty plastic bag.

The realization washed over her face, stripping the sweet smile away entirely.

Vanessa let the wine bottle slip from her fingers.

It hit the carpet with a dull thud and rolled away in complete silence.

The dark red wine pooled into the cream fibers of the rug near Vanessa’s bare feet.

The heavy glass bottle rolled sideways until it bumped against the wooden baseboard.

“Are we recording this?” Vanessa asked.