Maddy's POV
I woke before Nate, the early sunlight creeping through the blinds like it knew I hadn't slept a wink. My stomach churned as I reached for my laptop, half afraid to see what had happened overnight.
The screen lit up, and my heart skipped a beat. My blog post from the night before had really blown up. Views, likes, shares — numbers I'd never imagined scrolling past. Positive comments, supportive messages, encouragement from strangers who somehow understood what it felt like to be silenced. A warmth flickered inside me. Maybe — just maybe — this wasn't hopeless.
I let myself smile for a fleeting second, until my finger hovered over the browser tab for f*******:. Something in me needed to see it — to brace myself.
And there it was.
The video.
The mall incident.
