REJECTED ME BUT KARMA CAME FOR YOU
The white card sat on the entryway table for three days before Chloe finally picked it up.
She turned it over in her hands that morning while Vanessa showered, running her thumb along the embossed edge, reading Isabelle's name and a phone number printed in plain, unassuming type. It looked like nothing. A business card, forgettable, the kind you'd find in the bottom of a purse months from now and not remember why you'd kept it. And yet it had rewritten the shape of her entire life in four days.