I stared at the text until the letters blurred.
My stomach dropped so hard I thought I might be sick right there on the bar stool.
I set the phone face-down on the sticky wood and raked my fingers through my hair, heart hammering so loud
Frank’s voice came through. “Hazel? You still there?”
“Yeah,” I said, voice flat. I leaned my elbow on the couch and pressed my forehead against my hand. “It’s nothing.”
“What was that? You went quiet.”
I swallowed hard. “It’s a text from Alan. He said he needs me.”
Frank let out a long breath. “And?”
“And I’m so f*****g mad at him, Frank.” I sat up straighter, gripping the phone tighter. “He filmed me. Without telling me. Without asking. And now the whole world has seen it. Every single part of me. I thought he was different. I really did.”
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