Riley’s POV
The photo was perfect.
Too perfect, maybe. But I couldn’t help myself.
Gerald and I stood by the resort pool, the sunset painting everything gold behind us. My smile was soft, natural. His hand rested on my waist, and for once, it didn’t feel like he was touching a stranger. It felt… real.
I stared at the image on my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the post button. This was stupid. Dangerous. I shouldn’t be drawing attention to myself, shouldn’t be feeding into the fantasy that this could actually work.
But something about this weekend had cracked something open inside me. Something I’d been trying to keep locked away since the day I woke up in Erica’s body.
Hope.
I hit post before I could talk myself out of it.
The caption was simple: “Sometimes the best love stor
