Liesl stared incredulously at her phone while her brother paced back and forth in the kitchen. Her sister-in-law was hugging a cup of tea as if it were hugging her back, but her eyes were on Liesl’s face.
When she’d walked through the door, Fred had immediately demanded to know why the hell she hadn’t answered any of his messages. She’d been confused until he shoved his phone in her face spouting nonsense about p**n. She had plugged her own device in and the notifications for hundreds of messages had started to pour in.
“This isn’t happening.” She hit play again on the video which had gone viral overnight. Her and Isaias making out in the club in New York was splashed all over the internet.
“Who is this Craven person?” Meredith asked quietly. “She literally posted this video ask
