The Wrong Recipient

Hadley’s POV

I got back home feeling mentally drained, like my brain had been put in a blender and someone hit pulse.

All I wanted was sleep. Real sleep. The kind where I don’t dream about Valerie’s face or my dad’s happiness or the word scandal floating around my head like a curse. I kicked my shoes off, flopped onto my bed, and shut my eyes. And in less than a freaking second…

BEEP.

I groaned in