The comments section was a cacophony of support, punctuated by a few lone voices of reason: That’s stealing, Jen.
She slipped the chain over her head. The locket settled against her collarbone, glinting in the dim light. For a moment, she looked like a child playing dress-up. Then her expression hardened. Mysonsgf Jenny
DUMP HIM He’s a boy. We need a MAN.
He closed the app. The silence of the house rushed back in. The comments section was a cacophony of support,