Joanne's POV:
I sat cross-legged on the leather armchair in my room, clutching my phone tightly in my hand, my knuckles white against the sleek black casing.
The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the flickering screen of my phone as I scrolled through Ella's and Kate's social media pages.
My hair was pulled into a messy bun, strands falling over my face, but I couldn't bring myself to push them aside. My focus was razor-sharp on the images glaring back at me, each one stoking the fire simmering within me.
There they were again. Ella and Kate. Smiling. Laughing. Acting as if the world belonged to them. The picture on the screen showed them at some coffee shop, their faces bright with unbridled joy. My lip curled. Happiness.
That's all they seemed to radiate, plastering it across social media for the world to see. It was suffocating.
