I didn’t even get a chance to overanalyze the parking lot scene because the minute I got home... hair disheveled, spine bent like a retired palm tree, soul leaking from the soles of my overpriced flats... I opened the door and found Jack in my goddamn living room… with her. The same blurry silhouette I saw with him at the event. Only now she was all pixels and presence and perfect white teeth. Sitting across from Jynelle, who was mid-interrogation as usual, holding a notepad like she was FBI-adjacent. For someone who never studied journalism, my best friend had the interviewing skills of a woman who once blackmailed her ex’s new girlfriend with screenshots... which, well, she had.
"Scarlett, finally," Jynelle said, as if I’d been late to my own surprise intervention. "This is Miss Slender
