YANNIE
I don’t usually stare at my phone this much. But tonight? Tonight I couldn’t stop.
The glow of my laptop screen blurred as I finished typing out my report, but my eyes kept darting back to my phone lying face-up on the bed beside me. No new notifications. No new messages.
I opened i********: for maybe the tenth time in the last hour. No new story from Sabrina. No new posts. Not even a “seen” on the last message I sent her.
My chest tightened a little.
Okay, chill, Yannie. She’s probably just busy.
That’s what I told myself again and again, but the pit in my stomach wouldn’t go away. Sabrina hadn’t been this quiet since… well, ever. Even when she was abroad for fashion events or family vacations, she always posted something — a picture of her coffee, an airport selfie, even ju
