Country: Aurivelle
City: Auremont
Alvara
I barely heard her.
“…I’m telling you, Alvara, it wasn’t me.”
Isabella’s voice came again, tighter this time, edged with frustration and something close to panic.
“I swear to you, I didn’t tell anyone.”
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at nothing in particular.
My phone lay beside me.
Screen dark.
But I didn’t need to turn it on.
I had already seen everything.
Every post.
Every comment.
Every version of my life twisted into something people could consume.
“…Alvara, say something.”
I blinked slowly.
Her voice felt distant.
Like it had to travel through something thick before it reached me.
“I believe you,” I said quietly.
And I meant it.
That wasn’t the problem.
That was what made it worse.
Because if it wasn’t h
