Chapter 32
Elena’s POV
The notifications started early. Too early.
I was barely awake when my phone began buzzing nonstop: i********:, Threads, t****k, even f*******:. Tag after tag, notification after notification. At first, I ignored it, focusing on my morning routine. Coffee first, then my daily post for my followers, then I’d deal with whatever chaos awaited.
But the notifications kept coming.
Finally, after I’d posted a simple mirror selfie with some motivational caption about new beginnings, I clicked on one of the tags. The video loaded, and Isabella’s face filled my screen.
She looked terrible, eyes red and puffy, makeup smeared, sitting in what looked like her bedroom. The video was titled “My Truth: An Apology to Elena”.
“Hi everyone,” Isabella’s voice cracked as she spoke
