Hailey's POV
I stared at the screen until the numbers stopped looking like numbers.
They blurred into lines and shapes, into meaningless columns that refused to rearrange themselves into something survivable.
My eyes burned, but I didn't blink. I was afraid that if I looked away, the truth might vanish—or worse, settle deeper.
Janet Lut.
She was being paid, placed among us and maintained by my own blood.
She was not a rival, not an inconvenience. I always thought she was an unfortunate girl my family had lifted out of poverty as some benevolent gesture.
But turns out she's a spy.
From high school.
The thought moved through me slowly, like poison spreading through water. Every memory I had of her rewrote itself in real time, scenes peeling open to reveal somethi
