Ella
Home and relaxing…
I was halfway through my tea when my phone began vibrating nonstop against the table.
At first, I ignored it.
The Black’s estate was unusually quiet that afternoon, the kind of silence that only existed when everyone was either out or pretending not to notice one another.
Sunlight filtered in through the tall windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting lazily through the air.
For a fleeting moment, life felt almost… peaceful.
Then my phone buzzed again.
And again.
With a faint sigh, I reached for it.
The screen lit up, and the first thing I saw was Paige’s name.
Her face, smiling brightly from a photo that had already racked up tens of thousands of likes.
I stared at it.
Paige stood beside a man I recognized immediately.
Merritt Carman.
Her arm w
