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"We’ve created a user account on one of our hotel iPads for you, Miss Finch Should you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask"

"Thank you" I shakily took the iPad froo," I muttered to myself

It took otten a couple of passwords and had to reset the in

My heart pounded as I opened the Twitter hoe and saw under the side bar titled "Trends for you": FecklessFinch

Bracing e of tweets accusingthe audacity not to speak up now that I was outed as "alive and well" People had retweeted the interview on YouTube with the band where Brandon got upset They called iven me Someone even tweeted:

I wish the bitch had died I’d rather mourn her than be this disappointed in her FecklessFinch FuckYouFinch

Beneath it I could see people call the person out for crossing the line, but it still made me throw the iPad onto the bed I wasn’t sure how I could still be stunned by that shit, but I was I scrubbed a hand over oddalittered and took you to a ical place called Home really did exist

I slid down the wall untilacross the suite

Four days ago, I was gloriously happy I thought I was home

Then I’dBecause I had lost everything, hadn’t I?

My cell rang, jolting hts I forced myself offit, but that would only bring his worse

"Hey," I said, curling up in an armchair

"Hey yourself"

I squeezedit

"I wanted to check in I wish I were there"

"I know"

"Have you eaten?"

"Yeah," I lied

"The hotel is temporary We’ll find you somewhere else to live"

I didn’t mind the hotel "I slept in a tent in a cemetery for fiveabout the interview?"

Like I want to stab you in the eyeball forme do this "Fine"