(James)The headache still hasn’t gone.I’m dressed and drinking water, can’t stomach food yet.The dull ache persists, but deep, like a bruise under my skull.I’ve had water, coffee, aspirin. I even tried sleep but Serena’s words are on repeat in my head. Did I say anything when I was out. I wish I could remember. Did Savannah leak it to the media?The AI system tells me Savannah is at the front door. Maybe I’m about to find out. I tell the system to let her in.Savannah comes into the sitting room where I’m spread across the sofa.She’s dressed simply. Hoodie, boots, tied-back hair. She looks like herself, or the version of herself I remember before everything broke apart. It’s actually nice to see her without makeup, fake lashes, and hair that doesn’t budge.“That was hectic,” she says. Her voice is calm. Unshaken.“Yeah,” I say. My voice is hoarse. “Tell me about it.”She walks in further and sits in the armchair. “Serena came to see me.”“I know,” I say. “What happened? She wa
Last Updated : 2025-07-23
LOGIN
