Three familiar voices called my name almost at once.
I looked up just as Chastity, Brenda, and Sloane hurried toward me, all three already dressed in their cheer uniforms for morning practice.
The moment they reached me, their expressions softened.
Concern. Not curiosity. Concern.
That alone made something inside me loosen. I forced a small smile.
"I'm alive."
Brenda rolled her eyes. "We can see that."
Chastity folded her arms. "We read the article."
Sloane groaned dramatically. "It was disgusting."
I shrugged as though it didn't matter.
"It'll die down."
"No, it won't," Brenda muttered immediately. "Not unless someone tells the truth."
"I never liked Poppy," Chastity admitted quietly.
I looked at her. "You didn't?"
She shook her head. "I don't know..."
She frowned, trying t
