Manon

I lied. I lied to Kyren. There are no backups—well, except the one sitting quietly on my laptop. And that’s the part that scares me most. I don’t even know who I am anymore. Was it really me who pressed send, me who dangled that video like a threat? Blackmail isn’t supposed to be in my vocabulary, yet here I am, pacing my own apartment as if the walls might turn on me.

My feet stalled, thumb in my mouth, as I stared at the mini table in my living room. Dinner sat there ...