He Left Me For My High School Bully

Summary

Before the first snow even hit the ground, my world ended on a glowing smartphone screen.

I was scrolling through "UniConfessions"—one of those anonymous Instagram accounts where students air their dirty laundry—when a post stopped my thumb in mid-swipe.

[To the Physics girl at BU: You might want to check on your boyfriend.]

The caption was brutal. The poster said she was at Carbone—impossible to get a reservation, naturally—and overheard a couple at the next table. They were making a scene.