That night, with Sarah still sleeping soundly against his chest, Stan opened Snapchat and did something that made him grin like a boy pulling a prank.
He navigated to Sophie's TikTuk profile, found the 'add on Snapchat' prompt she'd left pinned in her stream description, and sent her his ID.
It was not a new ID. Not an anonymous burner. His actual Snapchat, the one Sophie already had saved in her contacts under a name that would make the reveal instantaneous and devastating.
He hit send and set the phone down, shaking his head with quiet amusement.
'I wonder what her face looks like right now.'
He glanced down at Sarah, still curled against him, lips slightly parted, breathing slow and deep, and gently brushed the strand of hair that had fallen across her mouth. His fingertips lingered on her cheek for a moment before he pulled away.
'Too bad I won't be there to see Sophie's reaction in person.'
