Ximena's POV
Saturday morning arrives with sunlight piercing through my curtains, but I keep my eyes squeezed shut, hoping I can somehow will myself back into unconsciousness.
My chest feels hollow and heavy at the same time, like someone carved out my heart and replaced it with concrete.
The events from last night cycle through my thoughts relentlessly.
Kane's cruel laughter echoing in my ears.
Anton's dismissive attitude when his friend tore me apart.
Ezekiel's devastating silence when I needed him most.
Each memory stabs deeper than the last, creating a symphony of pain I can't escape.
I reach blindly for my phone on the nightstand, already knowing I'll regret checking social media but unable to stop myself.
The first image that loads makes my stomach drop.
