21

It was a home I shared with Dylan.

It didn’t feel right, bringing Smith there.

Smith: Ha!

Me: Send me your address. I’ll see you at 11.

Hours later, while I was sitting in the living room of my townhouse, I pulled up the photo I had posted earlier and checked who had liked and commented on it.

Rose had left an emoji.

I continued scrolling and saw Smith’s name.

My heart started to pound.

He had liked the picture.

He had followed me, too.

I clicked on his profile, my finger hovering over the button to follow him back.

Right before I pressed it, my attention was dragged away when I heard a sound from the kitchen.

I hoped it was Dylan coming home early.

I waited.

One second, two seconds.

Nothing.

Slowly, I glanced back at the screen, my finger still in the same spot.

I wasn’t sure why I was even contemplating it.

I hit Follow.

Then, I immediately got up from the couch and went over to the ottoman to get my purse. Once I found my keys inside, I placed them in the bowl on the table in the e