She Schemed While I Prepared

I have always been an incurable meddler. A compulsive busybody, if you want to be polite about it; a reckless troublemaker, if you don't.

When my college roommate sobbed that her boyfriend was suddenly ghosting her on weekends, I didn’t just offer a shoulder—I traced his digital footprint across three dating apps, uncovered his simultaneous rotations with three underclassmen, and printed the motel receipts onto neon cardstock to wallpaper the student union quad.