(KRYSTAL'S POV)
We don't even stay long enough to let the ashes cool.
The moment it's done, the moment the Jacksons are nothing but smoke and headlines waiting to happen, we're already on a plane heading back to the States.
No victory laps. No celebration.
Just the constant hum of engines cutting through the silence.
And ever since we landed, the world hasn't slept.
Neither have I.
You can't scroll Twitter without their names trending in all caps. Instagram is flooded with think pieces, reaction videos, stitched clips from Adrianna's livestream. TikTok is a never-ending loop of shock, outrage, betrayal, grief, and pure, rabid fascination.
Hollywood's favorite couple.
Burned alive and exposed in the same breath.
I'm sitting in the living room with Val and his brothers. The space is unusually quiet for once.
The BBC logo fills the screen.
