The next morning, I went to the school office.
I asked for the incident report from the first time.
The secretary frowned. "That was two years ago."
"I know."
"Why do you need it?"
"I need to see something."
She hesitated. Then she went to the filing cabinet and pulled out a folder.
I sat at the table and read.
There it was. My name. Becca's statement. The words I had been trying to forget.
"I was standing next to Vanessa Hart when she pulled out the bag. She told me it was a joke. She said it would be funny."
I read it three times.
Then I took out my phone and took a picture.
I found Priya at the library.
She was studying for a final, her headphones in, her hair tied back. She looked up when I sat down.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I want to ask you something."
"About t
