Chloe’s POV
That night, I lay awake long after he left.
I stared at the ceiling, listening to the guards outside.
The world knew my name now.
Not as Chloe.
But as a story.
And I knew one thing with painful clarity.
Nothing would ever be simple again.
A month later, the noise finally stopped.
My name no longer floated across social media like an open wound. The headlines disappeared. The comments dried up. Even the cruel whispers slowed until they became nothing more than distant echoes. When I searched myself online, the links were gone or buried so deep that no one cared enough to dig them out.
Life inside the safe house softened.
Not free. Not normal. But quieter.
I woke without panic in my chest. I slept through the night without jerking awake from fear. Mrs. Grace smiled mo
