Six months later, Leigh was in a green room, waiting to go on a late-night talk show. On the wall was a framed photo of Candi holding that glass of wine. Leigh smiled, pulled out her phone, and scrolled through the day’s top trending topics.
By Friday, Leigh was staring at the ceiling of her apartment, a half-empty pint of ice cream melting on her chest. She thought about her first job—writing recaps of reality TV for a blog nobody read. Back then, she loved popular media because it was messy, alive, and stupid in the most human way.
Somewhere out there, another forgotten moment was waiting to be found.
Leigh sat up. The ice cream slid onto her sheets. She didn’t care.