The living room felt too small for the amount of rage pulsing through it.
Ethan paced the living room like a caged animal, phone clutched in his hand. Mia sat on the couch, knees drawn to her chest, still wearing the white sundress that now carried the faint scent of dock wood and their earlier desperation. Jake stood by the window, jaw tight, scrolling furiously.
“Found the main post,” Jake muttered. “It’s on the college forum and two i********: accounts. Already hundreds of shares.”
Mia closed her eyes. “This can’t be happening again.”
“It is,” Ethan said, voice rough. “And Sarah’s behind it. Has to be.”
Jake exhaled sharply. “I’m calling her.”
“No—” Mia started, but Jake had already dialed and put it on speaker. The ring echoed through the tense room.
Sarah picked up on the third
