A Love Story

Chapter 3

Ronni

Kryzella's curiosity got the best of her. She tracked down Wellington's wife's account and decided to send a message. I watched as she meticulously composed her note, intent on uncovering the truth.

One morning, she was visibly tense as she initiated a video call. She had finally managed to contact Mrs. Abshire after a series of messages and exchanges. The call connected and Mrs. Abshire's face appeared on the screen.

"Good morning, Mrs. Abshire," Kryzella began, her tone serious yet calm. "I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me."

Mrs. Abshire smiled politely. "Good morning, Kryzella. How have you been?"

"I've been well, thanks," Kryzella replied, though her expression remained focused. "I've been quite busy with work and life. How about you?"

Mrs. Abshire sighed. "Oh, you know, the usual. But I heard you have some information about a catfishing incident."

Kryzella nodded. "Yes, I found someone using your husband's photo online. I thought it was important for you to know."

Concern flashed across she face. "That's troubling. Can you tell me more about what's been happening?"

Kryzella took a deep breath and explained everything she had discovered, including the suspicious activities the imposter was involved in. Mrs. Abshire listened intently, her worry growing as Kryzella detailed the situation.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention," Mrs. Abshire said, her voice filled with relief and concern. "Do you have any idea who this imposter might be?"

Kryzella shook her head slightly. "I don't have all the details yet, but I thought you should be aware. I'm here to help in any way I can."

Mrs. Abshire's gratitude was evident. "That means a lot. Let's work together to find out who's behind this. I'll contact the authorities, and your information will be invaluable."

Kryzella's resolve was clear as she responded, "Absolutely, Mrs. Abshire. Let's put an end to this and protect your husband's identity." I could see the determination in her eyes, knowing she was committed to helping and making things right.

***

During our sleepover, Kryzella eagerly swipes through SparkSoul profiles. One catches her eye—Ireland. They hit it off, or so she thinks. Then, out of nowhere, he blocks her with no explanation. Kryzella feels her heart sink, confused about what went wrong.

"Jerk!" she exclaims, frustration dripping from her voice as she turns to me, her cousin Kira, who is lounging next to me on the couch.

"Why?" I ask, glancing up from her phone.

"I’ve been dumped by that dweeb, Ireland," she replies irritably, her annoyance clear.

"That guy who helped you catch that catfish?" Kira inquires, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you on my side or not?" Kryzella snaps, her irritation growing.

"I told you he’d dump you eventually," Kira remarks with a smug smile, the “I told you so” tone evident in her voice.

Kryzella, clearly frustrated, scrolls through their chat history, desperately searching for a reason why he would do such a thing. She had thought what they had was real, but now it seemed like a distant illusion.

She can’t believe it. “This can’t be! Why?” she protests, staring at the blank space on her screen. Her frustration is palpable as she slumps back in her chair. Her thoughts race, trying to make sense of the sudden disconnection.