Chapter 12

Willa posted the video at 8:17 the next morning. I learned about it because my phone began vibrating across Odette’s breakfast table. One message became five. Then twelve. The porcelain cup beside my hand trembled each time the phone struck the wood. Imogen sent the first clear warning. Do not respond yet. Save everything. Beneath her message was a link to Willa’s account. The video showed Willa sitting before a pale ring light. She wore no makeup. Her eyes looked swollen, and a blanket...