I didn't sleep that night. I just sat in the dark, staring at the door like it might start explaining itself. The city outside my window was alive… horns, sirens, laughter, all of it blurred into one long sound that matched the chaos in my head. Bianca's name still burned behind my eyelids. The way it had looked on Rhea's tablet. So sharp. So final.
When the sun came up, I didn't wait for answers. I grabbed my keys, threw on whatever clothes didn't smell like paranoia, and went straight to her.
Bianca's door was unlocked. Which was so her.
She was in the kitchen, barefoot, wearing an oversized shirt that said I Hate Mornings and eating straight from a cereal box. Like nothing was wrong. Like the entire internet wasn't holding my family hostage.
I stood there for a second, wat
