ISABELLA
I sat in the quiet of the living room, scrolling through the news on my new phone. My eyes flicked over the headlines, scanning each one quickly. Most of them were still talking about the leaked video.
It was like my life was splashed across every platform. But, slowly, the chatter was dying down.
The outrage, the shock, and the endless speculation. I was mostly thankful that it was all starting to fade, replaced by newer stories and other scandals.
For a moment, I felt a strange sense of relief. Maybe it was finally over. Maybe the world had moved on. But no matter how much I wanted to feel thankful for the silence, it didn't erase the weight still pressing on my chest. The trauma lingered, and a dull ache that wouldn’t leave.
I shifted in my seat, trying to push the though
