Elizabeth’s POV
The files haunted me long after I shut the laptop.
Even with the screen black, Jennifer’s voice echoed in my head—the sharp sound of her laughter, the venom tucked inside every word. She sounded untouchable, like someone who believed the world bent when she willed it. But the evidence said otherwise.
The flash drive had given me a weapon.
And yet, holding it didn’t feel like victory.
It felt like standing at the edge of a cliff with a storm at my back. One wrong step, one wrong move, and I’d plummet.
Professor Sebastian had stayed late after class, his concern carefully hidden beneath a mask of professionalism. He didn’t linger in my room or lean against my doorframe anymore—not with so many eyes watching. Instead, he found excuses to check in quietly: returning a gra
