I don't remember falling asleep, only the bone-deep exhaustion that hit me after everything unravelled
Dan had let me curl up on his couch after the news segment
—Ana's twisted little performance still playing on loop in my head. Her crocodile tears. That faux-innocent quiver in her voice. "Please forgive Vincent. He didn't mean to fall for me."
As if I had gone on some jealous rampage because Vincent fell in love with her? The sheer audacity made me sick. And yet... the world was eating it up like gospel.
Dan made his special cup noodles. He stayed silent while I stared blankly at the muted screen, my body frozen but my mind racing.
We were just beginning to breathe again when it happened.
BOOM.
The front door exploded inward.
Splinters rained across the floor like shrapnel. The a
