Auditing My Ungrateful Ex
Language: en
Oliver and Ivy were the golden prodigies of the university physics department, sweeping every grant and symposium award across the state. Whenever they talked shop, their speech would slip into a machine-gun cadence of Greek variables and theoretical jargon that felt impenetrable to anyone else in the room. Sitting beside them, I might as well have been listening to a dead language. Oliver called it being on the "exact same wavelength." In our two years together, the only wavelength I ever occupied was handling their DoorDash orders, tracking down their packages, and reformatting their…