Alecia had turned off notifications, deleted every app that could drag her deeper into the noise, and still her phone kept buzzing like it had a mind of its own. Calls poured in. Unknown numbers. Blocked numbers. Ones she recognized but didn’t dare answer. She switched it to silent, tossed it face down on the couch, stood over it like it might bite her again. Nothing worked. The world had seen the photo. The world had opinions.

Her face, Chase's face. His arm around her waist, her mouth near ...