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It seemed that ever since I was locked away in that forest prison, everyone had been desperately trying to reach me. Faced with such an overwhelming number of messages, I didn’t know where to start. So, I decided to open our small group chat, the one with the five of us. This was where I would find the information I truly needed—the messages from my friends, their real concerns, and their urgent actions. I eagerly scrolled through the conversation, each message brimming with care, and it warmed my heart.

**F******k Messenger** **Mia Wolfsong** New message I sit up a little, pillows propped behind me. We swapped socials after fire class today—quick, awkward, but she initiated it. I open the chat. **Mia (10:47 p.m.):** hey you still up? **Haru (10:48 p.m.):** Yeah. Homework’s done. Listening to music. You? **Mia (10:48 p.m.):** same. can’t sleep thinking about that glass vine thing we made today

Most messages were from my family members and my close friends. "What could have happened?" I asked myself. Why would they all decide to send me messages this morning? I hope all is fine. It's too many messages, not even to talk about the calls. I decided to open the first text message, and it said, 'Have you seen the latest story about your nephew Silas?' "What story could it be? The first message was very intriguing, so I decided to be more comfortable and send a few more. I entered the car and dropped my bag at my side.

And there, on W******p, a new message notification from an unsaved number. Three messages. My breath caught. I stared at the preview. Hi. It’s Kael.

I was just Hazel Sweeney, a woman about to become a mother. In the first month after leaving, Cameron called 37 times and sent over 20 text messages. From the initial "Where have you been?" to later "Hazel, don't make a fuss." Finally... Cameron: [You're alone out there and pregnant. What if something happens? Come back. We'll talk it out.] I did not reply to any of the messages, and then I changed my phone number. As for Winona, I heard she was admitted to the VIP ward arranged by Cameron and was enjoying the best medical resources.

My notifications were still full of random tags from the sports blogs, but I ignored all of the negative comments. I uploaded the picture to my main feed and added it to my daily story. I wanted to make sure it was the first thing people saw when they opened the app. I stared at the blinking cursor, trying to think of the right words. I needed something sharp, but I did not want to sound bitter. I typed a simple caption. Friday nights with the boys are better anyway. I hit the publish button. The loading circle spun for a brief moment before the image went live for the entire campus to see.

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