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The way Marcus had asked why me and the way the question had followed me through three hours of pretending to be someone softer and simpler than I was and all the way up the stairs and into the dark. I wrote until my hand slowed on its own. Then I sat with the notebook open in my lap and looked at what I had written. I closed the notebook and set it back on the nightstand. Then I reached for my phone, the notification was at the top of the screen. A social media alert. The Arande Group's official account. Posted at eleven forty-seven last night, while I was lying in this bed in the dark with the notebook closed and the light off. I clicked it.

Determined to help, she decided to dig into Nicholas’s past. With Lily’s help, Olivia combed through articles, interviews, and even social media posts. “Found something!” Lily exclaimed, spinning her laptop around. Olivia leaned in, reading the headline: “GrayTech’s Secret Struggles: Nicholas Gray Faces Internal Turmoil.” “Interesting,” Olivia murmured. “If Nicholas’s company isn’t as stable as he claims, we might have leverage.” “You’re really getting into this corporate drama,” Lily said, grinning. “You’re like a spy now.”

Every time I saw the hope in her eyes for her father, my resentment towards Alfred grew. How could he just throw away such a precious little girl? To get Alfred out of my head, I dove back into the career I adored. I used to be a comic artist, and I had a pretty solid reputation in the comic scene. However, I was doxxed, and my private info got blasted all over the internet. They discovered that I was the bride who was jilted at the wedding. My scandalous video was once again circulating online, causing widespread ridicule towards me and the Hawkins family.

This smile comforted nobody in the room, but the dice had already been cast, "Then we will accept your proposal." Verra stood to her feet in excitement, outstretched both her hands and declared boldly, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Falling Stardust Trading Company."

They were crossing worlds now. She had tried so hard to keep them apart. Her phone buzzed. An unknown number. She already knew who it was. Unknown: You should be careful. He’s becoming visible. Her hands shook violently. Another message followed. Visibility attracts consequences. Maya slid down the wall, sitting on the cold floor, her breath coming in shallow gasps. They were escalating. And Ethan didn’t know how close to the edge she was standing. Across the room, Ethan felt it the shift.

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened

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With that, she and her flavor of the night headed for the bed, and I even caught him muttering under his breath, "Your roommate's face… It's kind of freaky. It's not catching, right?" I could not stand the thought of them putting on an X-rated show right there, so I bolted to find a hotel to crash at for the night. I only started to relax after I had dropped off my application to live off-campus. Then my phone buzzed with a new notification. It was Joanna's latest update on her social feed. [Just another night of hitting the dance floor and knocking back drinks.] The photo showed a sea of empty glasses with a bunch of guys lounging around. The comments were already rolling in.

****** The rain followed Elara like a curse. It chased her across the city, drumming against the windshield in relentless waves, blurring the roads until everything around her looked like watercolor bleeding into darkness. She kept both hands on the wheel, knuckles white, heart pounding in rhythm with the storm. She didn’t stop driving until the entrance of the safe-house parking garage appeared An underground space beneath a modest apartment building in a quieter district. Nothing fancy. Nothing traceable to Damien. It wasn’t much, but it was hers. At least… for now.