From her pocket, her phone buzzed. A final notification from the app: “Welcome home, heroine. The collection just grew by one.” And Amelia, who had wanted so desperately to be surprised by love, smiled and turned the page.
It was junk food for the heart, and she couldn’t stop. From her pocket, her phone buzzed
But the romantic fiction collection on her phone had rewritten her expectations. It had convinced her that reality was just a poorly plotted rough draft—and that the algorithm could edit it into a masterpiece. From her pocket