One accidental text can unravel a life—or ignite a fire no one saw coming.
Nora tasted copper in her mouth—the flavor of panic, rage, and something dangerous rising inside her.
Nora Simons heard her iPhone chime and swiped without thinking. The text was from her BFF, Lucy—only Lucy had missent it. It was meant for Bob Waterson, Nora’s boyfriend. One glance and her world tilted. Can’t wait for tonight, Lucy had typed, followed by a heart Nora had never received. Now Nora knew why Bob worked late every Wednesday, why racquetball Saturdays were suddenly sacred. Her hands shook. The room shrank. Tears blurred the screen and anger stung her chest like a swarm of hornets. She dropped onto the couch, breath hitching, a full panic attack sweeping through her like a tidal wave. For a long minute, she could only breathe, cry, breathe again. Then something inside her clicked—quiet, sharp, metallic. She wiped her face. She stood. A betrayal like this didn’t break her. It sculpted her. If they wanted to play with fire, she’d show them what a real blaze looked like. Nora wasn’t going to fall apart. She was going to get even—and she already knew exactly where to begin.
Reader Question:
If you were Nora—hurt, blindsided, suddenly awake—what would your very first move be?
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