The next morning, I woke to a buzz of notifications on my phone. I blinked groggily, my mind still fuzzy from sleep, until I saw what was lighting up the screen: likes, replies, and more activity on Nicolas's post. My heart raced as I unlocked the phone, scrolling quickly to the comment section.
There it was. My comment.
The response had been explosive. Dozens of likes and a string of replies ranged from confused to scandalized.
"What does this mean?"
"Who would say something like this?"
"Is this real?"
Each question fueled my satisfaction. I scrolled further down and paused when I saw Nicolas's response: "Whoever this is, please stop. This is inappropriate and uncalled for."
I could almost hear the desperation in his words. Inappropriate? Uncalled for? I laughed bitterly at his att
