The notification pinged mid-call. You laughed, telling Yuna about the crowd at the concert, the music, the energy. “It was so fun! We all—”

“We?” she cut in gently, but there was an edge there.

“My guy friends, the one i told you about. You know them.”

Silence. Then a small hum. “You didn’t tell me they’d be there.”

You blink. “I didn’t think it mattered, we always hang out.”

Her voice was calm, but it pressed in around you. “It matters to me.”

That night, she asked for your login “just to check something.” You hesitated, then gave it. The next day, a few mutuals were gone. You asked, and she simply said, “They weren’t important.”

You laughed it off — but then, she sent another text message.

"Where are you right now? And who’s with you?"