I slapped the frame facedown on the desk. The back of the frame was covered in pink hearts and small pictures of Alessandro printed from his Instagram. If the world had any compassion in it at all, I would teleport a thousand miles away. Runa squinted at the back of the frame. “Is that Alessandro Sagredo?” I picked up the frame to throw it in the trash, changed my mind halfway there, and dropped it into the desk’s top drawer instead. Putting him in the garbage was beyond me.
