“Was it a dark olive-green hoodie with a white logo on the back?” he asked, his breath hitching.
Jefferson nodded slowly, lifting his gaze from the book to look at Aiden. “How did you know that?” he asked, but Aiden wasn’t in the mood for questions.
“What time did the incident happen?” Aiden pressed.
“Around 4:15 p.m.?” Jefferson replied, glancing uncertainly at the other boys, who looked equally confused—except for Aiden, who was deep in thought.
Back when Aiden had seen those guys in the restroom, he’d casually glanced at his wristwatch. It was 4:15 p.m.—the exact time the accident had happened. There was no way Tristan could have been in the restroom and the lab at the same time.
He realized he had misunderstood the situation. The thought that it was only a misunderstanding filled
