I stood at the end of the driveway, the cold night air biting through my thin shirt. The girl in the silver sedan—Maya—stepped fully into the light of the streetlamp. She didn't look like the victim of some dark conspiracy; she just looked tired.
"I saw the posts," she said softly, walking toward me. "The digital board at the school. People still talk, Cass. I wanted to make sure you were okay. And I wanted to make sure Jace didn't let Marvin do to you what he did to me."
I blinked, the yellowed pages in my hand feeling like lead. "What he did to you? She told me Jace was the one who set the trap. She said Jace let Marvin take the fall for something he didn't do."
Maya let out a dry, sad laugh. She looked up at the house, her eyes landing on the window where Jace and Marvin’s father liv
