Crushing Their Secret Free Ride
Language: en
My roommate, Madison, had only been out the door for five minutes. Her tablet, forgotten on the coffee table, suddenly chimed and the screen flared to life. It was a reflex, really—a quick glance to see if it was something urgent. But what I saw froze the blood in my veins. It was a group chat titled "The Free Ride." The messages were flying in, a flurry of digital celebration. One notification stood out, written in all caps: "CHEERS TO THIS MONTH’S JACKPOT!" Right after that, a series of Venmo payment notifications popped up on the screen, one after another. Curiosity—the poisonous…