Rose’s POV

I scrolled through, my heart racing in my ears. There were photos—of myself at the party. There were pictures of myself laughing and smiling with Victor. Others were of me by the bar, talking to Sandra.

But then—

Then there was one that made my whole body stiffen.

It was taken in front of the hidden room where I stood.

Looking directly towards the doorway.

Like I waited. Like I was in on it.

I felt sick.

The article manipulated events in such a manner that ...