Ivory
Kaylin’s words cut through the air like a knife. I felt a surge of anger and walked up to her, landing a hot slap on her cheek. The sound resounded, and it was necessary. I gave her two more slaps, the last one making her spit some blood. They were hard, destructive hits across her cheek. She deserved it and more.
"You know what, Luna Ivory," Diane said, her voice cold and calculated. "We still need to catch Melissa's killers, and since we all believe you didn't do it, Kaylin here has given us probable cause to point her out as a suspect. Anyone who harbours so much hate would eventually want to do something about it, don't you think?"
Kaylin's eyes widened at the implications of Diane's words. She shook her head, tears flowing even though Diane's grip on her hair remained relentl
