Fiona’s POV

The phone screen blurred as fresh tears gathered in my lids, I stared at the floor—shivering as the post stuck to my head.

It was a photoshopped naked body with my face perfectly placed on it. I knew it because I had never taken such a disgusting picture all my life. Legs spread out, arched back, mouth opened in fake ecstasy.

My hands trembled, struggling to grip my phone from falling, my feet turned cold in my warm baby shoes as thousands of comments exploded beneath the ...