Two days later, the school traced the account that posted the thread to a phone number. The last digits belonged to Grace.
Meanwhile, Andrew found out too. He called me, but I didn't answer.
He texted me.
Andrew: Tara, I'm sorry. I'll handle it.
The school held a disciplinary hearing. That day, Grace stood in front of the meeting room, her face pale as a ghost.
Mr. Jones came too. He placed a file on the table. "Did you post that thread?"
Grace was crying her eyes out. "Mr. Jones, I didn't mean to. I just saw that Tara was misunderstanding Andrew, and I wanted everyone to know the truth."
Andrew placed his phone on the table. "You call that the truth?"
His voice was ice-cold. "You said she's a gold-digger, but when she left, she didn't take a single card from the Jones family. You
