Elena barely remembered walking back into her apartment.One moment, she had been in the car, replaying everything she had just seen that evening with Tiffani and Mr. Rhodes and the next, she was standing in her living room, staring blankly at nothing.She let out a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair, trying to steady herself. Maybe a shower would help and hopefully, she’d be able to sleep tonight. She walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, and leaned against the sink for a moment, staring at her reflection.“You’re fine,” she whispered to herself. “You’re in control.”But even as she said it, she knew that she wasn’t. She was only lying to herself.By the time she stepped out of the bathroom, she felt even more restless.She reached for her phone absentmindedly and it beeped just then. Her eyes widened. It was a message from social media and It wasn’t Marilyn’s account, it was her real account. Elena Anderson.Her breath hitched in her throat.No one should be send
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