Forty Seven Likes
Aria
I stared at that photo for so long my eyes started to blur.
Forty seven likes. Forty seven people had seen it already and the night wasn’t even over. Grace Henderson — whoever that was, Patricia’s daughter apparently, nineteen and bored and armed with a phone — had been standing at exactly the wrong place at exactly the wrong time and now there was photographic evidence of my stepfather pulling me into a private room at a public event and it was sitting on the internet collecting likes like it was nothing.
Like it was nothing.
Omg.
I deleted the tag on my end with shaking fingers. Then I stood in that empty room for a solid two minutes just breathing, just staring at the covered tables and the stacked chairs and the single lamp in the corner and thinking about
