Chapter 2Left Hand, Right Hand

Less than an hour after he walked out, my friend sent me a link to an Instagram Reel. It was Landon, his arm wrapped around his new girlfriend, both of them laughing into the camera. The caption was a simple heart emoji.

My hand tightened around my phone.

Of course. It was her.

The new intern from work. Jenna. The one who followed me around like a puppy, her voice always saccharine sweet.

"Chloe, you're a lifesaver! I just don't get these spreadsheets, can you show me one more time?"

"Don't you worry about a thing on your business trip, Chloe! I'll totally watch your cat!"

"Oh my gosh, Chloe, just go! So your boyfriend has a little stomach bug and is in the hospital for a few days? He’s a big boy! I can totally bring him some soup, it's no problem at all!"

I stared down at the cold, greasy takeout on my coffee table. A wave of nausea rolled through me, hot and acidic. I barely made it to the bathroom before I was retching, heaving until there was nothing left.

Disgusting. They were both so disgusting.