At the entrance of the rest area, a lot of people gathered, some secretly filming with their phones—
"Hey, hey, hey, give me a copy of what you recorded later, damn it, I forgot to bring my phone today."
"Ten bucks a copy."
"I want a copy!" "Me too... me too..." "And me!"
Eleanor Spencer looked at the flashing lights pointed at her through teary eyes. She couldn't control herself, she felt so itchy and hot, she couldn't stop wanting to scratch... Why was it like this? Why did it turn out this way?
Don't look!
Close your eyes! Stop filming!
Someone help me.
