I find Jess outside the student union the next morning, sitting alone at one of the outdoor tables, phone in hand, looking entirely too comfortable for someone I am about to confront.
"We need to talk," I say, dropping into the seat across from her without waiting for an invitation.
She glances up, and something flickers across her face, guilt maybe, or the closest approximation of it she is capable of producing. "Ryan. Hey. Look, if this is about the photo—"
"It is exactly about the photo." I keep my voice level with real effort, aware of how many people are already glancing our way, whispering behind cupped hands, the exact spectacle Mia has been dreading since the moment we met. "How did you get it, Jess. I need to know."
She sets her phone down slowly, some of her earlier bravado d
