*Amelia*
My phone buzzes, and I pick it up, expecting a text from Cory. He’s at the studio shooting, and I’m laying around in his garden, waiting for him to come home. It’s been three days since the TV show aired, and our relationship has been all over the tabloids, both in LA and Denmark.
I stare at my phone in shock. It isn’t Cory who writes to me; it’s Daniel, my ex. It’s not a message but a video he sent, and it makes my skin crawl. What does he want? Where did that video come from? I didn’t even know it existed. Why would he send it to me now?
I sit there, my phone in hand, unsure of what to do. There’s no message, no context. I could really use Jasper right now, but he flew back home yesterday.
After five minutes of just sitting there, I text Daniel:
‘Where is that video from,
