Jessa

By Saturday morning, the quiet in my room felt like it was mocking me.

The only sound was the constant ping of my phone lighting up on the nightstand — texts, notifications, mentions. Every time I picked it up, I regretted it.

Someone had posted a video from the party. Multiple someones, actually. Different angles, different captions — all showing the same thing: Noah Carter decking Daniel right across the jaw.

And then me. Standing there, wide-eyed and stunned, like I ...