Chelsea pov
I saw the post before Vanessa even had the chance to text me about it.
‘Maybe everyone should stop asking who is watching Kayla and start asking who has the biggest reason to scare her.’
Someone else's account, not mine. I hadn't posted it, hadn't planned it, hadn't accounted for the fact that once suspicion started circling Cole, someone with their own axe to grind might decide to weaponize it publicly without me.
I scrolled down.
The photograph.
My stomach turned cold before I'd even fully processed why.
I zoomed in, the same reflex Cole had probably used minutes earlier, dread building fast as the resolution sharpened on the background figure I hadn't even known existed in this particular photo.
Me.
Younger, blurred at the edges, but unmistakably me, standing at the
