94_Downfall

Jennifer POV

Ping.

Buzz.

Ding.

Ping.

My phone wouldn’t stop. It vibrated against my nightstand like it had a soul of its own, rattling glass and nerve endings alike. I yanked it off the marble surface with a hiss and clutched it tightly, as if my grip could stop the bleeding.

“Turn off,” I muttered, pressing the lock button repeatedly.

But the screen kept waking, each notification pushing itself to the top with screaming urgency.

#JusticeForEloise

“Disgusting human ...