The screen flickered to life, illuminating Sabrina's tired, conflicted expression.
She hesitated—part of her didn't want to open the photos. She knew it would hurt.
But another part of her felt she had to.
She tapped the gallery.
And then he appeared.
Her boyfriend. Smiling under warm sunlight.
Wrapped around her in a tight embrace at the beach. Making a goofy face during dinner.
Holding her hand as if letting go was never an option. Each picture hit her like a punch to the gut.
Her throat tightened.
She swiped to the next one.
And the next.
And the next.
The more she looked, the heavier her heart became.
"I'm sorry…" she whispered, though no one could hear. The words cracked, barely forming.
She felt sick with guilt—guilt that her thoughts had been drifting toward Ross.
Guilt that her body reacted to him.
Guilt that whenever Ross smiled at her or looked at her with concern, something inside her fluttered.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.
