I'd braced myself for it. Told myself I already knew. But watching her hands move, watching the screen flash—something still cracked open in my chest that I couldn't quite swallow back down.
Huh. My dear sister. My precious childhood sweetheart.
I got back to the dorm at ten-thirty.
The second I walked in, my roommates were talking about Geoffrey.
I leaned over for a look. It was a photo.
Three hands raising cans of Coke in a toast.
Caption: *Fed and taken care of by the big sisters~*
I recognized Clementine's hand and Clara's hand immediately.
When did they get that close? I'd had no idea.
I didn't feel much of anything anymore.
I made up my mind on the spot: I wouldn't go home until the contest was over. If they couldn't even find me, they'd have nothing left to feed Geoffrey.
I could finally write in peace.
At last, just before the deadline, I finished the novel.
All I had to do now was submit the file.
I exhaled, long and slow—and Geoffrey's social media account updated.
*My contest entry is officially submitted! Thanks, everyone, for the support these past few weeks.*
Attached was a screenshot of the document. Most of it was blurred out.
But I recognized the first few lines.