---- "Or did you actually believe someone could ever love you for no reason?" "He told me that every night, he could only stand sleeping with you by pretending you were me. He said you were just Joel's leftovers. You weren't even a virgin when Conrad took you. You disgust him!" Text messages flooded in, one after another. But I stayed calm, picking up speed as I packed my things. After moving the fake body to the bedroom and making sure it would be burned completely, I doused the entire room in gasoline. Then, I forwarded all of Jenny's texts to the most notorious paparazzi in the entertainment business. I pulled out the SIM card, broke it in half, and tossed it into the bushes. Thit the detonator and walked alone toward the far horizon. Ahead lay only darkness, but it didn't matter. Dawn would come eventually. ---- Meanwhile, Conrad had no idea what was happening on the other side. He looked down at Jenny, his voice unintentionally sharp. "Why are you here, Jenny? Tomorrow is Jean's and my anniversary. She'll get suspicious."" Jenny's eyes welled up. "So this is my fault?" Conrad panicked and immediately backtracked. " No, that's not what I meant. I'm sorry, Jenny." Jenny crossed her arms and gave a quiet huff, reluctantly accepting his apology. Just then, Conrad's phone rang. It was Ernest Hale, the Lennon family's butler. Conrad frowned and silenced the call. This went on over a dozen times before he realized something was off. "What is it?" "Mr. Lennon, it's bad news. Mrs. Lennon... s-she set herself on fire! We tried everything to put it ---- out, but... it was too late," the butler replied.