Swipe Left on My Killer

I spent three days and three nights as a ghost, screaming into the void, before the universe finally granted me a second chance.

It all started with a Chanel bag. My mother had sent it to me as a surprise, and the sight of it sent my roommate, Teresa, into a spiraling, tear-filled jealousy that lasted for days. I couldn’t stand the noise—the constant sniffling, the weaponized fragility.