In the Wrenford family garden, Sierra lounged in a wicker outdoor chair, the kind with a curved back and woven holes that let the breeze slip through. In front of her sat a low glass table, arranged with glossy fashion magazines, a fruit platter stacked with grapes, apples, watermelon slices, oranges, bananas, and dates, and a tall glass of juice sweating faintly.
She was sitting cross-legged, scrolling idly through her phone when a new notification pinged. With a sigh, she dragged her finger down the screen to clear them all at once. But her long acrylic nail betrayed her—tapping one by mistake. The phone opened the post immediately.
The caption jumped out first:
{Exclusive: hit-and-run? Or attempted murder? Watch till the end 😳}
The video began to play. At first, it looked like the recorder was filming the café across the street. Then, suddenly, they shifted, and the phone's camera caught the sidewalk, the passing pedestrians, and the intersection ahead.
