AGAIN
Yannis had just sat down at his desk with his phone when the message came through—no name, just an unknown number and a single image preview. At first, he didn't think much of it. Probably spam. But his gut twisted before his thumb even moved. He opened the message. Then he froze. It was Katie. In bed. One he didn't recognize. Naked under thin white sheets. Her shoulder bare, her hair tousled across a pillow. The image was angled to suggest intimacy — the kind he knew too well. A timestamp was embedded at the top corner. It was from a few hours ago. His hand clenched around the phone. Another photo arrived. A close-up of her hand resting on a pillow, as if reaching for someone. Then a third image — her exposed back, with what looked like a man's shadow cast across it. A message po
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