The moment the “heart” ruined everything
There were plans.
Flirting.
Photos.
And Blake, typing like a man who thought he was clever:
Delete this.
She doesn’t suspect anything.
She’s distracted with the pregnancy.
Tomorrow. Same place.
I felt sick. Not poetic sick. Real, physical, bile-in-your-throat sick.
Then I saw a photo that made my blood turn into something hot and violent.
