Sarah's POV
I fought to keep my face neutral, refusing to let the panic show.
Before I could respond, he leaned closer, his breath brushing my face as his voice dropped to a menacing whisper. “So tell me, Sarah... did you go back to the alley after pretending to leave? Because I was told their bodies were found there.”
His accusation hit me like a punch to the gut, but I could not let him see how shaken I was. Not now. Not with everything I had riding on this conversation.
“How dare you accuse me of that?!” I shot back, slamming my hands on the desk so hard the sound echoed in the room.
He did not even flinch; his expression stayed maddeningly calm, his smirk still firmly in place.
“Come on, Sarah,” he said, chuckling darkly.
"I’m not the only one who thinks so. The whole schoo
