FAZER LOGINA year later, I moved back home.The day I landed, Mom asked if I was scared.I thought about it for a moment."Not anymore."That wasn't entirely true. Sometimes I still was.The sound of a lock turning could make me look over my shoulder without thinking. If an unfamiliar number called several times in a row, my heart would start racing. If someone came up behind me too suddenly, I would still instinctively move away.But I'd learned that being afraid didn't mean I had to run.Recovery wasn't waking up one morning and suddenly being healed. It was learning, little by little, how to rebuild the sense of safety someone else had destroyed.I moved to a new city and rented a studio with a large terrace, where I picked up the design projects I'd left unfinished before everything happened.On opening day, Mom showed up carrying an enormous bouquet.Dad followed behind her, complaining that the flowers were tacky, even though he'd secretly ordered an entire flower wall himself.I laughed fo
Once the case moved into its next stage, Cole voluntarily turned over every piece of evidence he had, including the parts that could be used against him.His lawyer warned him, "Handing this over isn't going to help your case."Cole only asked, "Will it help Quinn?"When Yvonne found out, she completely lost it and cornered him in the parking lot."Have you lost your mind? If you hand over the entire chat history, what am I supposed to do?"Cole looked at her."You still don't think we did anything wrong?"Yvonne stared at him for two seconds before her temper flared."Cole, you're seriously turning on me over Quinn? How many years have we known each other?"When those guys cornered you in an alley as kids, who came after them with a brick?"When you got so drunk over a breakup that you puked your guts out, who stayed out on the curb with you all night?"When you were fighting with your family all those years, who was the one driving out in the middle of the night to pick you up?"The
I spent three months overseas receiving treatment.My wrist healed more slowly than the doctors had expected, but the psychological damage was even harder to recover from.At first, I couldn't stay in a room with the door closed. If a nurse pushed the door open a little too loudly, I would jolt awake. Whenever an unfamiliar man came too close, my palms would start sweating before I could stop them.Once, while a doctor was changing my dressing, his hand brushed my wrist.I immediately recoiled into the corner of the bed on instinct.Mom stood beside me without saying a word.That night, as she reached over to turn off the light, I suddenly asked, "Mom, am I really that stupid?"Her hand stopped.I stared at the ceiling."They messed with me for three years, and I never really saw it for what it was."Every time Cole said a few nice things and coaxed me out of being upset, I believed him again."By the time I finished, I was laughing at myself.The tears, though, kept sliding down the s
The first time the police brought Cole in for questioning, he still believed there was some way to explain everything away.That changed once they pulled the entire group chat.Three years of messages, more than ten thousand in total.Every so-called prank had been planned out in detail, complete with votes, betting odds, secretly recorded videos, and even a spreadsheet tracking my reactions.[FAKE BREAKUP: CRIED AFTER 18 MINUTES 32 SECONDS.][FAKE CAR ACCIDENT: LASTED 11 MINUTES 07 SECONDS BEFORE CALLING THE POLICE.][PREGNANCY TEST: SILENT FOR 4 MINUTES 15 SECONDS BEFORE CRYING.][FAKE PROPOSAL: 47 SECONDS.]The final row was still blank.Its title read:[INTIMIDATION ROUND.]Underneath was Cole's bet.[THREE MINUTES BEFORE SHE BEGS.]The investigator slid a screenshot across the table."Mr. Lawson, are you going to call this a joke too?"Cole stared at the line for a long time without saying anything.For the first time, he was looking at the past three years from the outside.He sa
My parents had changed their tickets to the earliest flight they could get. After they landed, they kept trying to reach me, but none of their calls went through.Mom eventually remembered the location I'd sent her before they left. Neither of them even stopped at home. They went straight from the airport to the west side of town.By the time they forced their way into the studio, the three men already had me pinned down.The driver and security guards Dad had brought with him subdued two of them immediately. The third panicked and tried to run, knocking over a light stand in the corner as he fled.Sparks landed in a pile of old set materials that had been sitting there for years, and the whole thing caught fire almost at once.By the time I was taken to the hospital, I was covered in injuries.My body still hadn't recovered from the damage caused by the allergic reaction earlier that day, and now I had a concussion, bruised ribs, and bruises all over my body.My wrist suffered the mos
Cole stared at the flames on the television, his mind blanking out for several seconds before he suddenly grabbed his phone and rushed for the door.Yvonne was still sitting on the hospital bed. She frowned as she watched him leave."Where are you going?"Cole didn't even turn around."The studio."Yvonne paused, then clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Seriously? Those guys are being paid to scare her. It's not like they'd actually hurt her."Cole stopped in his tracks.The image from earlier suddenly flashed through his mind. I had been trapped in one man's grip, my face drained of color as I called after him."Cole, don't leave!"And yet he had still walked away.He had even been the one to give those men their instructions.Ten minutes. Scare me until I admitted I was wrong, then let me go.Cole swallowed hard and called again. He tried over and over, dozens of times, but no one answered, and the hand gripping his phone gradually began to shake.Behind him, Yvonne was still muttering







