I send him my Telegram username instead.
Elijah: Ah, you’re a Telegram girl. Fancy. Speak to you soon, Fangirl.
I smile at the screen.
Me:Bye, Eli.
And thenthe page glitches.
I blink, confused, as my screen suddenly turns white.
404 ERROR: PAGE NOT FOUND.
I stare.
What the hell?
I hit refresh.
Nothing.
My account? Gone.
Everything? Gone.
Like I was never even there.
I narrow my eyes at the screen, suspicion curling in my stomach.
What the hell just happened?
CHAPTER 3
AMY
“Shut up! You really met a guy online?”
Maya’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she grabs my phone, scrolling through my messages with Eli. She chews thoughtfully on her sandwich, pausing now and then to glance up at me with a knowing look.
“Is he the reason you ignored most of my messages?”
She raises an eyebrow, but before I can defend myself, she waves a hand dismissively.
“Frankly, I’m not even mad. I told you to join online dating ages ago. That’s how I met Matt, and look at us now.”
She wiggles her left hand, flashing her brand-new wedding band.
I blush, glancing around the busy canteen, hoping the hum of lunch chatter drowns her out.
I don’t need an audience for this conversation.
With Maya though? It’s different.
We grew up together, went to school in London, and when I got sick, when we finally discovered I had an autoimmune disease, she’s the reason I didn’t retreat into my cocoon at home.
She kept me grounded. Kept me fighting.
Now, thanks to my referral, she works as a solicitor in our legal department.
