Chapter 4
I stayed up all night.
I went through every message Ryan had ever sent me. Every photo. Every voice note.
And I found patterns.
Times he'd been "busy" that lined up with dates other girls had posted about being humiliated online.
Places he'd taken me that matched the backgrounds in viral videos I'd seen but never connected.
I found an old video buried deep in my feed. A girl named Mia. Pushed into a pool. Called crazy. Filmed by a laughing boyfriend who looked just like Ryan.
The comments were cruel. *She deserved it.* *What a psycho.* Glad he exposed her.
I found Mia's profile. She'd deleted everything. But I found a comment from another girl, Jenna, saying the same thing had happened to her.
And another. And another.
By morning, I had a list of seven names.
Seven girls.
May you like
Seven victims.
And I had a plan.
