IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS.
BELLA
I wake up with a sharp gasp.
For a few disorienting seconds, I don't know where I am. The ceiling above me is unfamiliar. The walls are unfamiliar.
Even the scent lingering in the room, fresh paint mixed with expensive linen, is unfamiliar.
Then it all comes back, playing in my mind like a rewinded movie.
The reality house, Chase, the cameras.
I squeeze my eyes shut, steadying my breath. Rose had appeared in my dreams again.
But unlike every other nightmare, this one felt different. There had been no fear. No helplessness.
Only determination. A fierce certainty that I couldn't let another story disappear. That I wouldn't let another girl be forgotten.
My throat feels dry. I reach blindly across the bedside table until my fingers find my phone. I tu
