Mrs. Calloway.
My mentor.
My advisor.
The woman who helped me build everything I had.
She had been the one pulling strings in the dark against me. And I had never suspected a thing.
A cold, dizzy feeling washed through me. I couldn’t breathe in that room anymore. I knew exactly what I needed to do.
I had to confront her.
I stood so fast that my chair scraped the floor. My legs felt unsteady, but I didn’t stop. I walked out of the quiet back office, down the hall, and toward her floor, each step heavier than the last.
I didn’t knock.
I couldn’t.
I was too full of anger, fear, and confusion, everything I had been holding inside since Daniel collapsed. Since I saw the access logs. Since one name kept repeating like a stain that refused to wash off.
I pushed open her office door.
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