CELESTE POV

There’s nothing worse than seeing your own name do things you didn’t do.

An email confirming a lunch I never scheduled. A phone call logged to a number I didn’t recognize. My inbox showing drafts I hadn’t typed.

The email had my name stamped at the bottom, neat and professional. A meeting confirmed with a client I hadn’t spoken to in weeks.

I deleted it, assuming I’d misremembered, until the second one came. Then the third And then the phone calls logged at two in the ...