Rey’s pov :
I walked into Amanda’s room, my expression carefully arranged into one of concern. She was sitting by the window, her face pale and her eyes red-rimmed. It was clear she’d been crying. Good. The more upset she was, the easier it would be to manipulate her. I needed her to deal with Sophie for me, and for that, she had to be motivated.
“Amanda, what’s wrong with you?” I asked, my voice soft and sympathetic. I sat down beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. She turned to me, tears silently streaming down her face. My mind raced. What had happened?
“Why are you crying?” I pressed, my tone gentle but probing. “Who bullied you? Was it Sophie?”
Amanda closed her eyes, as if the mere mention of Sophie’s name pained her. She didn’t answer immediately, and
