edit, Freya's POV
At the Café.
I sat across from Finley, watching as he sipped his coffee.
After a moment of hesitation, I spoke up, "By the way, about me approaching you regarding the lawsuit... I think it's better to just forget about it."
Finley looked up and asked, "What made you change your mind?"
For a moment, I struggled to find an explanation.
"Do you remember this Twitter account?" Finley suddenly brought his phone closer and pointed to a screenshot on it, asking me.
I glanced at it briefly and replied, "Of course I remember. Among the people who sent me hateful private messages, she was the most aggressive one."
There was a brief silence from Finley before he spoke again, "Do you have a personal issue with Tracy?"
My posture shifted and I pursed my lips. "Why do you ask?"
Finley zoomed in on the screenshot he had just taken. "The hand in this avatar belongs to Tracy."