PARKER'S POV
I woke up to 347 messages.
Which honestly should've been illegal.
No one should have to deal with that level of digital harassment before coffee.
The first thing I saw?
My own face.
Not because I was famous.
Not because I’d suddenly made the NHL highlights.
Because people were tagging me.
Everywhere.
In the comments, in the edits, in the frantic threads spanning three different platforms.
Some genius online had figured out I followed Lila.
They’d cross-referenced my entire following list like a forensic investigator.
Then they figured out Sophie followed Lila.
Then they figured out Ryker followed Sophie.
Then somehow they built an FBI-level conspiracy board.
Connecting the dots, tracking timestamps, analyzing background locations.
The internet was terrifying.
