Elena’s POV
I woke up to my phone vibrating nonstop.
At first, I thought I was dreaming. But the buzzing kept going. Over and over.
I groaned and reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. It was almost 8 PM. I’d been asleep for hours.
My notifications were out of control. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands.
Twitter. i********:. Messages. Emails.
My heart sank.
The livestream.
I’d forgotten about it for a blissful few hours while I was asleep. But now it all came rushing back. The comment. The crying. The way I’d just broken down in front of everyone.
“Oh god,” I whispered.
I sat up in bed, my hands shaking as I unlocked my phone.
I didn’t want to look. Didn’t want to see what people were saying about me. But I couldn’t help it.
I opened Twitter first.
Big mistake.
My nam
