Until You
He wasn't a morning person; if he was here at six-thirty, it meant something was bleeding online.
"You're going to want to see this," he said, tone flat, eyes heavy with the grim amusement of someone who'd watched this pattern unfold too many times.
I didn't need to ask what "this" was. Bad news always travelled fast. It had a specific gravity, a way of pulling everything else toward it.
The video was short, barely three minutes. Lillie Hart was sitting in what looked like her apartment, her lips painted bright red, and her eyes sharp with smug satisfaction.
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