The wellness center’s program was nothing so intense as drug rehab. She wasn’t locked in a ward at night because her enrollment was voluntary. But she was part of the inpatient clinic, which meant a much steeper price tag than the teenagers who only came a few times a week to participate in the local outpatient program the facility offered as well. Kimmie’s days were packed with private counseling, group therapy, art therapy, and exercise. Kimmie felt numb at first, just going through the motions of her daily activity schedule that was printed on a little card and slipped under her door. But there was something about the anonymity of the place that appealed to her. No one knew her, and she didn’t know anyone else. Also, she was happy to be almost twenty-five-hundred miles away from New York City.

They had taken away her phone, which she was fine with, not wanting any reminders of whatever was going on with the girls from school, or even with her sister. The last pictures she had seen were on Lolly’s Instagram at the airport on the morning before she and her mother left. She had received the invitation to Beatrice’s costume party via Anna, but there was no way she would have ever gone, certain that Vronsky would be there. Lolly knew better than to post any picture with him in it, but there were plenty of pictures of Lolly, Steven, and Anna all dressed up in costumes and having what looked like a glorious time with a lot of other beautiful teenagers, a few of whom Kimmie recognized from TV and magazines.

She kept flipping through the pics over and over in the airport, but they started to stress her out, so she turned off her phone and put it in her purse. She decided right then and there she was going to delete all her social media accounts. She wasn’t particularly active on social media, mostly because she’d never had the time when she was training, and when she moved back home after her knee injury she never really wanted to post pictures of her boring shut-in life of physical therapy. Once she started school, though, she became obsessed like everyone else and was soon following hundreds of people: girls at school, celebrities, even her old friends from the ice dancing world, but eventually staring at other people’s posts started to make her feel weird. She kept wondering if everyone was really having as much fun as they seemed to be. #YOLO #FOMO #JOMO #IDON’TCARE-O