Thora’s POV
The noise began even earlier than I was awake. Not the common reporters screaming in the street--this was more to the point. My cell-phone continued buzzing on the nightstand until it dropped on the ground.
The screen was illuminated with the name of Cara: CALL ME NOW.
My stomach sank. I sat up, and my heart already racing, and the heavy ache of dread crawling under my skin. Her voice was quick and monotonic, as lawyers have when they are attempting never to panic.
Please do not open your email, do not check the social media. Just—listen.”
“What happened?”
“There’s a leak. Photos of you at an out-patient clinic last month. The story is already all around.
“What narrative?”
The reason you were there was a breakdown. There are stores which are claiming that
