Taylor POV
Attached are images. I scroll, my heart hammering. Photos of Alex, a former teammate—jersey faded, eyes hollow. The caption screams accusations of discrimination.
Another picture shows Aiden with a woman—blonde, polished, her lips brushing his jaw. The timestamp places it during his marriage. More claims: emotional abuse, gaslighting.
And then— My breath snags. A photo of Ella's arm. Purple bruises ring her skin like shackles.
Her caption: This is what Aiden did to me whenever he was drunk.
My stomach twists, bile clawing up my throat. The screen trembles in my hands as I scroll faster, every new image heavier than the last.
The air around me feels too thin, like the bus has collapsed into a coffin.
"No…" The word rasps from my throat, fragile and small. "This can't…"
