Bonnie stirred awake slowly. The bedroom was quiet, bathed in a soft, muted light filtering through the drawn curtains. She sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, ran her fingers through her tangled hair, then got up and made her way to the living room.
Derek was gone. His laptop sat open on the table. A little plush kitten on the couch lifted its head and let out a soft meow.
Robot 089 rolled over and silently placed a glass of warm water in front of her.
Bonnie took a sip, her gaze falling on her phone lying nearby. Her hand, still holding the glass, froze for a second.
If Sabina Mills had dared to play that video in public, then it must have already spread like wildfire online. Who knew what people were saying about her now?
She stared at the phone, lips pressed tightly together, unmoving.
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