I looked down at her fingers, resting over Ryan's name.
"Move your hand."
"No."
"You brought me here."
"I told you where everyone was. That is not the same thing."
"You knew I would come."
"I knew you would ignore every warning."
"That still sounds like help."
"It was damage control."
I pulled the file towards me.
Clara held it in place.
"What are you protecting?"
Her face had lost its usual dry amusement.
"Not Ryan."
"Then who?"
"You."
I laughed out without intending to.
"That word is becoming very popular in this family."
"I mean it."
"So does everyone else when they decide I can not handle the truth."
"That report is not the truth."
"It names him."
"It records an accusation."
"Unauthorised possession and distribution of private student correspondence."
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