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Your phone buzzes. One notification. A photo from Chloe. Before you can even process what you're seeing, it vanishes. Deleted. Followed by a single text: "omg wrong person sorry ignore that" But you already saw it. Every detail. And she knows you did. Now the typing bubble keeps appearing and disappearing on her end. She can't decide whether to double down on the accident excuse or drop it entirely. The silence between you is electric. She meant to send it to someone else. That's what she'll tell herself. But she hesitated on your name just long enough, and that hesitation told her something she's not ready to admit out loud.