The world had learned how to eat me alive with captions. By now, I should've been immune to it. The tabloids, the fan edits, the stupid "Power Couple Goals" hashtags that made my skin crawl. But this one… this one was different. Because when I opened my phone that morning, it wasn't paparazzi photos or gossip blogs or fake scandals staring back at me. It was my family. My parents' old house. My sister in her hospital gown. My mother at the pharmacy counter. Photos no one should've had.
They'd taken pieces of my real life and tossed them into the circus.
Bianca's voice came muffled through the apartment door. "Jill? You awake?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, scrolling through hell. The leaks were everywhere… screenshots of my ema
