An hour later, her friends arrived with extra cheese pizza, a tub of ice cream, and a whiteboard marker. Priya grabbed the marker, uncapped it, and wrote across Lena’s mirror:
Lena laughed despite herself. Then she cried. Then she laughed again. It was ugly and honest, and somehow, the stupid joke had cracked open a little light. call the whambulence my bf is a cheater
Lena stared at her phone, screen cracked from a drop last week, but the text message on it was what truly felt shattered. It was a screenshot from her friend Maya: a dating app profile for her boyfriend of two years, Jake. Bright, smiling, “looking for something casual.” An hour later, her friends arrived with extra