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“Happiest day of my life. Here’s to forever, my love.”
I went back to the towels. Ten minutes passed before I checked my phone again.
I hadn’t posted Ben before.
There was a message request from someone named Alison C.
“Run from him!”
I stared at it, blinking once, then again. There was no profile picture, no posts, and no mutual friends. I was about to delete it when another message came through.
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“Don’t say anything to Ben about this. Act normal. You have no idea what he did. You need to know the truth!!”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“Run from him!”
A third message came seconds later:
“He tells the story like it happened to him. But… it happened because of him.”
The room felt colder somehow. I walked into the bedroom, pulled the suitcase from under the bed, and started packing jeans, toiletries, and a sweater I always stole from Ben.
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I didn’t even know where I was going. I just knew I couldn’t be there if any of this was real.
The room felt colder somehow.
“Get it together, Ella,” I said aloud. “You have no idea what’s going on here. Calm down.”
It didn’t make sense. Who would do this? And why now?
Another message came through as I was looking at my suitcase:
“Please, meet me. I’m Rachel’s sister.”
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