"They just want" She stopped. She shook her head. There was no point finishing the sentence. They both already knew what the internet wanted. It wanted the thirty-seven seconds. It wanted the hashtags. It wanted the comment section and the reaction videos and the edits with the horror-film eyes. It wanted the story it had already decided on, and it was entirely uninterested in any version of events that complicated the story it had chosen.
Rachel arrived an hour later, and the three of them sat in Katherine's apartment while the notifications continued their relentless, impersonal accumulation on her phone, which she had turned face-down on the coffee table and was doing her best to pretend did not exist.
It was impossible to pretend it did not exist.
She could feel it even face-down th
