Vincenzo Dante Volkov:

I didn’t bother turning my phone back on. The notifications had already spoken for themselves. Whoever was behind this knew exactly where to strike, and they’d done it with precision.

Victoria returned to the room, her expression unreadable. She handed me a tablet, the article pulled up on the screen again.

“This isn’t just about you,” she said, sitting beside me. “They’ve dragged your family into it too.”

I skimmed through the text, my jaw ...