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The screen flickered to life. Jenny was in what looked like a closet, a tight space wallpapered in a faded rose print. Her blonde hair was piled in a messy bun, and her eyes, even through the compression of a live stream, were wide and glossy.

But he didn’t. He kept watching.

He didn’t mean to click. But curiosity, that old devil, got the better of him.

DUMP HIM He’s a boy. We need a MAN.

Jenny turned the locket over in her palm. “He said he’d call me at ten. It’s almost midnight. He’s playing video games. He always chooses the game.” She took a shaky breath. “So tonight, I choose me.”

David watched her face. Beneath the bravado, he saw the raw, bleeding truth. She wasn’t a thief. She was a girl drowning in the shallow end of the pool, and the boy who promised to teach her to swim was too busy leveling up a digital avatar to notice she was going under. Mysonsgf Jenny

David didn't go downstairs. He just listened to the soft footsteps cross the foyer, pause at the bottom of the stairs, and then continue—not up to Liam’s room, but into the kitchen.

From down the hall, he heard the faint pew-pew-pew of Liam’s headset, the muffled laughter of online friends. David stood up. He didn’t go to his son. He went to the kitchen, poured two cups of coffee, and set one on the counter. OMG Jenny Queen behavior Get it girl The

He sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Jenny. Of course. For the past three months, his son’s girlfriend had been an invisible third resident in their home. She lived not in the guest room, but in Liam’s phone, on his laptop, and apparently, at this ungodly hour, on David’s own curated feed.

He heard the clink of a coffee mug. And then, for the first time all night, silence. Not the angry, lonely kind. The kind that just needed someone to sit with it for a while. But he didn’t