(Olivia’s POV)
I sat on the edge of the bed, the events of the past few hours replaying in my mind like a broken record. Ferro’s words, Armando’s confession, the cold efficiency with which he’d rescued me—it all blended into a haze of confusion and exhaustion.
I was too drained to cry, too numb to feel anything except the nagging ache in my chest. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, its incessant vibration cutting through the silence.
Reluctantly, I picked it up.
That’s when the world shifted and my eyes went wide and wild.
The message was from an unknown number, a single link accompanied by two words: “Watch this.”
I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the screen. Every instinct told me to delete it, to ignore it, but curiosity—or maybe masochism—got the better of me. I clicked.
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