Not torn in anger—cut cleanly, deliberately, shredded into neat strips. Whoever did it hadn’t acted on impulse. This was careful. Calculated. A message.
My chest hollowed out.
Then I noticed what remained.
Tucked deep into the lining—my passport. Plane tickets. Legal documents. Every paper I couldn’t afford to lose.
Untouched.
Protected.
I sank back onto my heels, disbelief and fury crashing together. I didn’t need to guess who’d done this.
Nina.
Only she would be petty enough to destroy what hurt while preserving what mattered. Only she would want me humiliated—but still able to leave, so she could claim victory without consequence.
There would be a reckoning later.
For now, I needed out.
I crouched by the bed, shoving the remaining salvageable items into my bag, when the door creaked open behind me.
Nina stepped inside.
She held a small black bottle between two fingers, swinging it casually as her eyes swept the room like she was inspecting property. Her nose wrinkled, disdain written clearly across her face—until her gaze landed on me.
If looks could kill, I would’ve been dust.