As Erisia scrolled through the latest posts about Sierra being taken to the asylum, a soft chuckle escaped her. The comments were brutal — some mocking, others vindicated — but all of them satisfying. She was still reading one particularly vicious thread when her phone suddenly switched to the incoming call screen.
Caller ID: Lennard Crewe.
Her breath caught for a split second before she straightened up instantly, composure snapping into place. She quickly answered the call and brought the phone to her ear.
"Hello," she said, trying to sound calm, though her heart was already doing cartwheels.
