They Spent My Money Overnight And Came Back Like Nothing Happened

pan of a private infinity pool carved into Santorini cliffs, the geotag pinning her to the exact address of the villa whose rental agreement bore my forged signature. Vanessa in oversized sunglasses on a white yacht, holding a silk scarf against the Aegean wind like she had been born into wealth instead of married toward it, tagging the charter company continue reading …