this came from me.”
She turned her phone toward me. An Instagram story—Derek’s. He was in a club downtown, lights flashing red and blue. Laughing, dancing with Tessa. Her hands on his shoulders, his on her waist. She leaned in, kissing his neck while he tilted his head back, smiling like nothing in the world weighed on him.
The timestamp: 10:52 p.m. continue reading …
