By the time I got into my car, my phone buzzed with notifications. When I checked, I saw Ryan had unblocked me everywhere.
It felt strange, like something I had gotten used to not having was suddenly back.
I went straight to his i********:, scrolling through everything I had missed.
There weren’t many posts. Just a few—company events, award nights, a couple from college.
One of the posts caught my attention. Lily was in it, tagged. My fingers hovered for a second before I clicked on her profile. The difference between them was obvious. Ryan barely posted, while Lily seemed to live online.
Her page was filled with everything: travel, outfits, parties, carefully curated moments that looked effortless.
Ryan was everywhere on her page, enough to make it hard to ignore.
In some of the pi
