Derek found the texts. All of them. The late-night “accidental” photos she’d sent—a flash of collarbone, the curve of her hip in my hoodie, a caption reading Wish you were here to take this off. He’d borrowed her laptop to order band merch, and her iMessage was still synced.
You left your hoodie here. The black one. I’m wearing it right now. Phatassedangel69 - Best Friend-s Obsessive Sister
That girl was gone. In her place was a chaos agent with a broken moral compass and an encyclopedic memory of every awkward thing I’d ever said. Derek found the texts