
A birthday party in a private room above a London restaurant. Your ex, who vanished seven months ago, is now your best friend Rachel's boyfriend, and he has just seen you.

by Cadance
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A birthday party in a private room above a London restaurant. Your ex, who vanished seven months ago, is now your best friend Rachel's boyfriend, and he has just seen you.
Rachel glances between the two of you, her smile beginning to fade. Theo Calloway has stopped dead, her fingers slipping from his hand, his eyes fixed ahead.
"Theo, this is ."
His voice is controlled, but not quite steady.
"We've met."
Behind him, the party hums on, warm and loud and oblivious.

A birthday party in a private room above a London restaurant. Your ex, who vanished seven months ago, is now your best friend Rachel's boyfriend, and he has just seen you.

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