Amelia's alarm clock crashed to the floor.
She had thrown it across the room without thinking. The broken pieces scattered everywhere. It was 6 AM, and she hadn't slept at all. That terrible video kept playing in her head like a bad song on repeat.
Her phone had been ringing all night. She finally turned it off around 3 AM, but sleep never came. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw those mean comments people wrote about her.
Someone knocked on her bedroom door.
"Amelia? Are you okay in there?" It was Maria, her housekeeper.
"I'm fine," Amelia lied. Her voice came out like a croak.
"Mr. Ethan is here. He brought you flowers. He's waiting downstairs."
Ethan. Her boyfriend of two years. The man who said he loved her no matter what. Maybe he could help make sense of this mess.
Amelia dragged herself out of bed. Her legs felt like jelly. She splashed cold water on her face and looked in the mirror. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She looked terrible.
