RODION
I smirk as her message goes dead, the little notification telling me she’s offline.
She’ll come back. She always does.
Leaning back in my chair, I tap my thumb on the screen, scrolling through her posts—words she thought she shared for strangers to see but were maybe actually meant for someone like me .
She can lie to me all she wants. I know the truth.
And I’ll wait.
For now.