D: [I think I remember that post. I defended Vanessa that day, and now I wish I could tear out my own tongue.]
I scrolled through my phone as I leaned against the couch. These people believed only the version of the truth put right in front of them. A few weak sobs from Vanessa had once been enough to put every one of them on her side. Now that all the evidence was out, public opinion had reversed just as quickly.
My eyes grew heavy, and I dozed off. The tightness in my chest gradually eased.
When I woke again, the message count on my phone had climbed past 99. Most came from our former classmates' group, and many people had tagged me.
A: Nathan Foster and Vanessa Collins, come out and say something.
B: You had the nerve to do it, but you don't have the nerve to admit it?
C: Claire,
