Earlier That Morning – Miranda's Room
It had been a month.
A whole month since the storm broke loose—since the university halls echoed with whispers and timelines exploded with Julie's name.
And yet…
Miranda wasn't searching for it. Not today.
She had been scrolling through her phone in bed, half-distracted, looking for something to entertain her—news, memes, anything.
But there it was again.
A re-edited clip. A soft caption beneath it:
"Some people survive fire. She wore it."
The comment section wasn't wild like before. The likes were fewer now. But it was still there.
Still circulating.
Still reminding people.
Miranda's jaw tightened as her thumb paused on the screen.
It wasn't that she meant to keep finding Julie. The world just wouldn't stop reminding her.
She stared at the image—Julie walking through campus like some heroine returned from war, her head high, her silence interpreted as strength.
And the worst part?
The image was good.
