Claudia: because he deserves to know
Dylan: what did he say
Claudia: he wasn't happy
Dylan: no shit
Claudia: he said i have to choose
Dylan: and?
Claudia: …
Dylan: CLAUDIA
Claudia: i need time to think
The next message is dated two days later.
Dylan: pick up your phone
Dylan: claudia
Dylan: ANSWER ME
Dylan: fine. fuck you then
Nothing. Radio silence.
Dylan: where are you
Dylan: everyone's asking about you
Dylan: your aunt called me
Dylan: this isn't funny anymore
Dylan: claudia please
I swipe to the final screenshot. My hands shake.
Dylan: if something happened to you i swear to god
Dylan: daniel did this didn't he
Dylan: i'm gonna kill that motherfucker
I drop the phone like it's on fire.
Julian shifts beside me, half-asleep. "Babe? You okay?"
"Yeah." The lie tastes bitter. "Just… couldn't sleep."
He pulls me close, wrapping his good arm around my waist. His cast presses against my hip—a reminder of what Daniel's capable of.
daniel did this didn't he
What if Dylan was right?
