I’m listening to the Jeopardy! music coming from Flora’s side of the room and am absolutely seething. How could she just so casually say that Kelsey might be using me?

I pull up Twitter and look through our hashtag, all our pictures together. I love how happy we look. You can’t fake that kind of happiness, right?

I scroll through more pictures, more posts. Kelsey in her hazmat suit, Kelsey on her flight to Miami, Kelsey in her hotel room with the hashtag #missingmyquaranteen. Kelsey on the beach, Kelsey on the beach again. She sure doesn’t look like this is too hard on her.

I look at the picture of the Mike and Ikes. Who really does like gumdrops, anyway? I think.

But there is a tiny little voice in the corner of my mind that keeps getting louder and louder the more pictures and posts I look at.

She’s right.