Sienna’s POV

The clock on my dorm wall blinked 1:14 a.m., its red glow slicing through the shadows. My roommate was gone for the weekend,thank God,but the silence of the room pressed down on me like a weight. I’d been lying awake for hours, replaying the party over and over in my mind: Mason’s smirk, Rhett’s fist, the gasps, the video.

I couldn’t scrub it from my head. I couldn’t scrub it from my phone, either. It was everywhere by now. Even if I deleted it, even if I smashed ...