Chapter 60

After Christina, Jenny, and I got back from the square, I was about to send Oliver the photos. But right after I hit send, I checked my feed and saw “Furry Diary” had updated its homepage. I figured it’d be another one of his sweet little stories, like always... [Furry Diary: A story I wrote for you.] He tagged my handle in the post, and the image was his own hand-drawn doodle. I didn’t bother scrolling through the wild comments. Some were sending their blessings, some were just stunned. People clicked into my profile, gushing about how gorgeous Oliver’s artwork was. Meanwhile, I sat frozen in the backseat on our way to the hotel, wind slipping through the tiny crack in the window, messing up my hair. My face felt stiff, like I’d forgotten how to move. My chest ached—like something tight was coiling inside, slowing my blood to a crawl. A story for me. “Furry Diary” had been going for ten whole years. All about his secret love. And all those times I cried reading those tales I thought j