The post went up at 7:16 on Monday morning, and by 7:40, half of Westbrook had seen it. I found out before I even reached my locker. Two girls standing near the entrance went quiet when I walked past, then one immediately looked down at her phone. A boy from Luca's economics class stared at me so openly that I almost asked whether I'd grown another head overnight. I was still trying to understand what was happening when Priya came rushing through the crowd with her phone already unlocked. She didn't need to explain. I recognised the screenshot before she reached me, and the sight of my own old messages made my stomach drop.
The anonymous account had posted everything it could make look convincing. There were photographs from the first weeks Luca and I started dating, arranged by date besi
