Elizabeth’s POV

The morning felt heavier than usual.

The moment I stepped into the hallway, I knew the video was still spreading.

Whispers followed me everywhere — soft enough to pretend they weren’t talking, but sharp enough to cut through my skin. Phones glowed in hands. Laughter echoed in corners. Some people turned away when I met their eyes, while others just stared like I was some headline come to life.

My stomach twisted. Every step felt like walking through fire.

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