Mysonsgf Jenny -

The notification popped up on David’s phone at 11:47 PM. @MysonsgfJenny started a live video.

He sent it before he could talk himself out of it.

But he didn’t. He kept watching.

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. Mysonsgf Jenny

DUMP HIM He’s a boy. We need a MAN.

She slipped the chain over her head. The locket settled against her collarbone, glinting in the dim light. For a moment, she looked like a child playing dress-up. Then her expression hardened.

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. The notification popped up on David’s phone at 11:47 PM

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

David watched, confused. Doing what? Packing? The chat on the side of the screen scrolled in a frantic blur.

Then he typed a message to the number Liam had forced him to save three months ago: Jenny. It’s David. Liam’s dad. The coffee maker is on, and the front door is unlocked. Come home. We’ll figure out the locket in the morning. But he didn’t

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.”

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.

He closed the app. The silence of the house rushed back in.

“You guys,” she whispered into the mic, her voice a frantic, breathy tremble. “I’m doing it. I’m really doing it.”