Stacey’s POV:The days had begun to blur into each other like watercolors bleeding on soaked paper. I no longer knew which day it was. It didn’t matter. Every day felt the same: quiet, grey, and heavy. I barely left my room, let alone the apartment.Chloe had tried everything to keep me tethered: chats, movies, food delivery, and scented candles. But the silence had grown on me. It had become this strange comfort I could hide in.The internet had moved on, I think. The trolls quieted down a little. My inbox was still flooded with judgment, and my name still trended from time to time, but the storm had passed. At least online. The wreckage, however, was still right here inside me.I sat by the window that afternoon after Chloe had left to go to the park with Tessa, legs folded on the couch, clutching a cold mug of tea. The sunlight pooled across the wooden floor like a soft sigh. It was peaceful. Not happy, not whole, just...still.Then I heard the knock.At first, I didn’t move. Noah
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