I Wish You Well
My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall as the hands slowly ticked forward, but there was no sign of him returning.
The wound burned even though it was the middle of winter. I was sweating from the pain, my body betraying me. Desperate, I reached for my phone, but as soon as I unlocked it, a notification popped up, showing me a new post from Grace.
[Stargazing with the Big Guy,] it read, with a picture of them both camping on a mountainside.
I let out a bitter laugh. The algorithm sure knew exactly how to twist the knife when I was at my lowest.