The next morning, Faye found Juniper waiting outside her dorm.
"You okay?" Juniper asked. "You weren't at breakfast."
Faye tried to smile. "Just needed rest."
Juniper studied her. "You're different lately."
"Grief does that," Faye repeated-her new mantra.
Juniper hesitated, then whispered, "Be careful who you talk to."
Faye blinked. "Why?"
"I heard someone say your name last night. In the staff wing. I was returning late from study hall. Ms. Vexley was talking to Headmaster Langston. She said, 'She's watching again. Just like the last one.'"
Faye's blood ran cold. "Did they say anything else?"
Juniper shook her head. "Only that you need to be handled. Like before."
Before. As in Fayth.
Juniper touched her arm. "I don't know what's happening. But if you're in trouble... I want to help."
For the first time, Faye didn't feel completely alone.
But even as she thanked Juniper, a sliver of doubt crept in.
Was Juniper genuine?
Or just another set of eyes, reporting back?
Faye had to be smarter, she had to think sharper. Every ally could be a spy. Every smile could hide a threat.
This was no longer just about solving a mystery.
It was about surviving it.
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[End of Episode 11]