Hailey’s POV
I didn’t go straight home.
I drove past the turn twice before realizing I was doing it. My hands were tight on the steering wheel, my jaw aching from how long I’d been clenching it. The words from the tweet replayed in my head over and over, each time sounding worse than before. No longer associated. Lies end here. He hadn’t just ended things. He’d painted me as a liar in front of everyone.
Eventually, I pulled over and parked on the side of the road.
My phone buzzed again.
Roy.
I stared at the screen for a long moment before unlocking it. More notifications flooded in immediately. Messages. Mentions. Screenshots of the tweet sent by people who didn’t even bother to ask if I was okay. Some were fake concern. Some weren’t even trying to hide their judgment.
I closed ever
