MIA’S POV
I didn’t reply.
My fingers hovered over the screen, but I couldn't find the words. Ethan’s last message burned in my mind like a brand.
How exactly did you die?
The room felt smaller. Too quiet. Too suffocating. I locked my phone and laid it face down on the bed, as if that would silence the question echoing in my head.
But it didn’t. It only got louder.
I lay back slowly, staring at the ceiling, as parts of that night forced their way to the front of my mind.
The laughter. The clinking of glasses.
Lily’s soft smile. The champagne.
My chest tightened. I squeezed my eyes shut.
No. Not yet.
I wasn’t ready to relive it.
Not fully. Not when everything was already slipping out of my control.
Ethan was asking questions he shouldn’t be asking. Questions no one should think
