Lisa’s POV
The thought stayed with me, cold, settled and certain. For a long moment, I didn’t move. The file was still beside me, the headlines still staring back at me, mocking, twisting. Rewriting everything I had lived through.
Slowly… I reached for my phone, I needed to call my parents. Before they heard it from someone else, before… The screen lit up, DAD CALLING.
My fingers paused over the screen, a brief hesitation. Then I answered.
“Dad…”
“Lisa, what have you done?” The words didn’t come out as a question, they came out sharp, heavy. The anger barely holding itself together, I pulled the phone slightly away from my ear, my brows tightening.
“I…”
“What is this?” he cut in, his voice rising. “What is all this I’m hearing? Why? Lisa, why? Have you seen the news circulating?”
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