When Jonas reached his apartment that evening, the first thing he did was drop his bag by the door and pull out his phone. He unlocked it and opened i********:, scrolling straight to Ruby’s profile the way he had done countless times before.
Her latest photos filled the screen. One showed her smiling with Diana at a small café, a cup of coffee in her hand and sunlight on her face. Another captured her laughing under the university trees, head tilted back, eyes bright. There was also a quiet picture of her studying with her hair tied up in a messy bun, glasses resting on her nose. Jonas sat on the edge of his bed and slowly went through them, one by one. He zoomed in on the details only he seemed to notice — the small mole near her left eye, the way her smile always reached her eyes when s
