CASSIE’S POV
Monday morning arrived with the kind of chaos I should have expected by now.
I’d barely opened my eyes when my phone started vibrating across the bedside table. The buzzing came again and again. My phone filled with messages, notifications, mentions and calls from numbers I didn’t know.
For one hopeful second, I thought maybe the internet had broken. I wasn’t, by any means, popular. So, what the hell was going on?
Then I picked up my phone.
When I saw what was causing the commotion, my stomach dropped so hard it felt physical.
A video filled the screen. It was grainy footage, clearly filmed from outside the triplets’ mansion walls through the front gate bars. The angle shook slightly, as if whoever recorded it had been hiding while trying not to miss anything.
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