The anonymous Campus Confessions page had always felt like a digital burn book an unregulated tribunal where context went to die and cruelty thrived on anonymity. Elena had scrolled through it before with detached curiosity, sometimes even pity. She never imagined she would become the headline.
She found out the way most people did now not through confrontation, but through vibration.
Her phone buzzed against the wooden desk in the law library, the low hum cutting through the quiet like an accusation. Then it buzzed again. And again. A cascade of notifications lit up her screen, each one tightening the knot in her chest.
She ignored it at first, telling herself it was nothing. Group chats. Class reminders. Maybe Sarah being annoying again.
But then she noticed the silence.
It was unna
