When I woke, it was already the morning of the third day.My phone lay on the bedside table. With considerable effort, I reached for it and unlocked the screen.I had been unconscious for twenty-four hours.Other than a few app notifications, there was nothing.No missed calls from Adrian. No messages.Our conversation still ended with his money transfer, mocking me in silence.I opened his social media profile.Ten minutes earlier, he had posted a new set of nine photographs.He was still on vacation with Selene.There was an endless blue sea, a white beach, and a resort suite overflowing with flowers.In one photo, Adrian stood behind Selene, fastening her life jacket. Sunlight washed over his profile, softening his face into an expression of extraordinary patience and tenderness.The caption read, Someone is afraid of the water, so we're staying on the island a few more days.Below it was a flood of likes and teasing comments from mutual friends.This is too sweet.Since when did Ad
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