THEA
There’s something about the way Nora's been acting lately. I recognize it too well.
Jealousy.
It's subtle—barely there—but I feel it in the shift of her tone, the way her compliments sound like carefully wrapped grenades, the long glances that feel like judgment instead of curiosity. And honestly? I don’t know what to do with it.
Because I still want to believe everything is fine. That I’m fine. That she’s fine. That whatever’s between Ezra and I is fine.
And if there’s one thing I’m getting good at—it’s forcing my mind to believe whatever I need to survive.
So I continue.
Like always.
When Nora pushed the dating site my way, I told myself I’d scroll, maybe laugh a little, then delete the app like I do with all impulsive decisions. But then I met Lena.
Sweet, funny Lena with
