Myra
I stared at the words on the screen. Porn star. A month ago, that sentence would have felt like a physical blow. It would have sent me spiraling into the dark, wondering which neighbor was whispering behind my back or which regular was looking at my hands and imagining them somewhere else.
But as I looked at the five-hundred-dollar green bar next to the insult, I felt... nothing. Just a cold, detached amusement. Someone had just paid five hundred dollars toward Aunt Dot’s retirement just to call me a name I’d already called myself a thousand times in the mirror.
"Myra?" MacKenzie whispered, her face pale. She looked like she wanted to reach out and delete the internet. "I’m so sorry. I’ll report the comment. I’ll get it taken down right now."
Leo was hovering behind her, looking r
