Ethan's hand trembled slightly as he held his phone, reading the police report over and over again.
In the group chat, the classmates who had just been at his birthday party were already cursing.
"Lucas, what kind of messed-up rumor are you making this time? The fake memorial pic last time was bad enough. Now you're photoshopping a police report? You believe I can call this in and get you locked up right now?"
"Seriously. How many times are you gonna cry wolf? If I hadn't just seen Faye at Ethan's party, I might've actually believed you."
People started tagging Ethan nonstop, urging him to jump in and say something.
Ethan let out a cold laugh and shook his head.
Faye really hadn't changed. Just minutes ago, she had cut things off with him so cleanly, so decisively, it almost made him
