Liam didn’t plan on remembering the dream. Most mornings, dreams slipped through his fingers like bathwater. But this one lingered. He had been yelling at someone—someone he couldn’t see. He didn’t know what the argument was about, only that his…
Liam stared at his phone like it had betrayed him. The screen was blank. Well—not blank exactly. Just… reconfigured. The Instagram icon was gone from the home screen, tucked somewhere deep inside a folder labeled “Maybe.” That’s what he’d done…
It had been a long week at the ad agency. Liam sat slouched at his desk, eyes locked on his second Red Bull of the morning. Around him, his team buzzed with noise—clicking keyboards, gossip, ringing phones. His phone vibrated…