Lisa’s POV
Daniela
My expression didn’t change when her name lit up my screen, I thought I had blocked her number.
But something in my chest shifted, not pain, not shock but something… colder, clearer.
The messages came fast.
One after the other, no pauses, no restraint.
“So this is how I find out, Lisa?”
“From random people sending me pictures?”
“You got married and didn’t think to tell me?”
I stared at the screen, scrolling slowly.
Not reacting, just reading.
Letting her speak.
Because Daniella always did this.
She filled the silence until you felt guilty for not answering.
Another message came in.
Longer this time.
“I’ve been calling you for weeks, weeks, Lisa. Your number wasn’t going through, nothing. And now suddenly I see wedding pictures everywhere? Do you have any
