Elena’s POV
That message kept me thinking, not because I didn’t know the sender—of course I do—but because I actually didn’t know where or how to get rid of a picture I didn’t even post in the first place.
On our way home, I told Taylor about it. The only solution, he insisted, was to come up with measures to settle the issue at hand before it escalated.
“Elena, you need to respond to him,” Taylor said, voice firm but calm. “Not to argue, not to apologise — just to acknowledge the message so he doesn’t feel ignored. You know it’s been rough these past few weeks, and things are finally looking up. Let’s act fast before it gets worse.”
I shook my head, panic prickling at the edges of my nerves. “I… I don’t even know where to begin. How do I deal with something I didn’t post? How do I rep
