**ANGELA’S POV**
The television blared the tragic news on a loop.
A young man named Fred Armstrong had been found dead near a gas station, brutally beaten by what the police assumed were bandits.
They had done a decent job making it appear as if he was killed for a petty penny. They took his wallet and dumped him in an alleyway for rats to feast on.
A few street-level gang members had already been arrested on suspicion of the crime. If only the truth could be spoken. If only someone would listen.
Guilt was devouring me from the inside, tearing me apart piece by piece.
Aria had withdrawn from school, claiming she was moving to New York with her family. She had promised silence for both our sakes. That promise was killing me almost as much as the silence itself.
Life inside the marbl
