The three families had made a bet over a development project in the West District. Whoever won would get first pick of the project. There was a single thread running through all of it, connecting everything.
I finally understood why I had died in the first three lives.
I photocopied every relevant record, put them in a folder, and locked it in my cabinet.
Then I moved on to the second thing.
I went to find my academic advisor.
"I'd like to request a room transfer," I said.
She looked up. "Reason?"
I pulled up the diary on my phone and showed her the entries from the past week. No embellishment, just the facts in plain text.
Sloane stood by my bed waiting for me to say her name. Celeste refused to take something from me unless I said her name first.
My advisor's brow furrowed as sh
