Valeria's POV
I could not sleep that night. I tossed and turned in bed, restless. My research did not yield anything tangible. There was nothing I could hold on the principal or the boys either. Finally, I threw the duvets off my body and padded across the room to my study table where my laptop sat.
When it booted, I navigated to Chrome and pulled up the Whitmore Prep website first. I clicked through to the staff directory until I found Mrs. Allen’s profile photo staring back at me with that same tight smile she had given me in her office.
I logged out of Chrome and switched to a search engine that would let me dig deeper. I opened a new tab, typed her name into the search bar along with New York and started sifting through the results. Her private f*******: account popped up. I rubbed
