MISS ME?

Mattie's phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor as she stumbled backward, her eyes fixed on the screen in horror. 

The video playing on the phone was like a punch to the gut, a stark reminder of the heinous crime she had committed. 

The footage of her killing Astrid's mother played on a loop, the images seared into her brain like a branding iron.

Mattie's face writhed in pain as she began to pace around the room, her feet carrying her on a frantic path. 

Her hands were clenched into fists, her fingers digging deep into her palms as she fought to contain her emotions. 

Her hair, once neatly styled, now hung in tangled disarray around her face, framing her features like a wild halo.

A strangled cry escaped her lips as she spun around the room, her eyes radiating with frustration.

"No, it can't be!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. "This can't be happening!"