Even the pilates she used to enjoy doing didn’t give her any sort of peace or fulfilment today.
Bianca rolled up from the downward dog exercise she was doing and exhaled as she sat back down and just stared emptily at the other women around her who were doing their own routines. Eventually, she got off her mat and headed into the locker room to have some quiet.
This ‘quiet’ happened to be her reading blog news about Wren and Felix for almost the hundredth time that day. She had watched, read, and listened to so much of it that it was almost the only thing that now still dominated her timeline. Photos of them walking together, sitting across from each other, existing in the same frame, and the supportive comments.
Bianca kept blocking any post that talked about the issue in a pos
