LEILA
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The sound of the shattering phone hitting the wall wasn't just glass breaking, it felt like my own goddamn heart exploding right there in the sterile, way-too-fancy room.
Bits of screen and plastic rained down, little sharp reminders of the s**t I’d just heard, the betrayal hitting me like a physical blow even though the words had landed a minute ago.
Finally, finally, the rage had a goddamn outlet.
Not that throwing a phone fixed anything, but watching it splinter gave a weird kind of release, a physical manifestation of the absolute mess inside my chest.
That phone, useless on the floor now, was just like me broken, worthless in this moment, but unlike the phone, I wasn’t staying down.
She’d come over, a look of utter confusion etched on her face.
"That doesn't
