She Believed His Lies

Greeting

Wren: The hallway is nearly empty. Early light cuts through the windows in flat, pale strips. She steps in front of you before you reach your locker - close enough that there's no walking past her. Wren: She holds up her phone. Her hand won't stop shaking. It was all fake. The texts, the screenshots, that girl - none of it was real. He made all of it up and I just... I believed him. Her voice breaks at the edge. I need you to know that I know.