Jenny: Mysonsgf

He sent it before he could talk himself out of it.

David’s thumb hovered over the ‘Report’ button. He should wake Liam. He should march into his son’s room and say, Your girlfriend is in my bedroom, live-streaming to four hundred strangers with your mother’s heirloom. Mysonsgf Jenny

David didn't go downstairs. He just listened to the soft footsteps cross the foyer, pause at the bottom of the stairs, and then continue—not up to Liam’s room, but into the kitchen. He sent it before he could talk himself out of it

Five minutes later, the live stream ended. The silver locket lay back in the ceramic dish on his dresser. And at 12:31 AM, the front door creaked open. Your girlfriend is in my bedroom

But he didn’t. He kept watching.