I had spent months weaving a story so believable that people didn't even care to hear Wren's side anymore. The best lies were never entirely false. They only needed enough truth to carry the rest.
It had worked. Almost perfectly. And yet...
My ace. Knox Calloway. The very person who had unknowingly completed my narrative... was now undoing it.
He was supposed to be another reason people judged her. Another reason they whispered. Another weight dragging her down.
Instead... He'd become the one person keeping her afloat.
I watched him lean closer, saying something I couldn't hear.
Wren laughed. Actually laughed. The sound echoed down the hallway, light and effortless.
Something hot twisted inside my chest.
No.
She wasn't supposed to laugh anymore. She was supposed to be broken. She
