"You said you would wait with me," I whisper as I fumble with my phone and watch the video.
"Leoni," a voice from the screen laughs. "You owe me breakfast."
A man's low laugh answers. "Keep talking and you'll get more than breakfast."
I smile before the smile breaks. The camera pans down. Two bodies under the sheet. A flash of an ankle bracelet. A scar on a shoulder I have seen before.
"No," I say. "No, no, no."
The video stutters. My thumb hits replay without thinking. I press pause, press play. The same scene over and over, like knives.
"Who sent this?" I say out loud to the empty balcony. "Who the hell—"
My phone vibrates. A string of missed calls from Katelynn. A text: Meet me at noon. A new message from Leoni: Surprise. x
I laugh then. It sounds wrong in the dry night air.
"You promised," I tell the phone. "You promised you wouldn't—"
The laugh from the screen turns into words I feel in my bones. "You look good, Baylor."
My mouth goes dry. My hand moves to my belly without permission. The movement feels foreign and small.
I stand too fast. The room tilts. I take one step and the world sharpens.
"You're dizzy," I tell myself. "Sit down."
I don't sit. I clutch my phone, clutch myself. The last laugh from the video keeps looping inside my skull. I didn't think it would land like this
