I closed the heavy wooden door of the rector’s office behind me, but my legs refused to move forward.
I stood there, paralyzed, my back pressed against the cold relief of the mahogany, trying to get my lungs to remember how to inhale. However, before I could take the first step, the voices filtering from inside froze my blood.
"I hope for your sake the girl isn't lying, Thorne," Rector Owen’s voice vibrated with an authority that pierced through the wood. "The Ethics Committee already has the blog in their hands. Tomorrow morning I have to face them, and so do you."
"Do whatever you want, Father," Thorne’s response was a low growl, laced with a bitterness that made me shudder. "You already have enough."
"Enough? I’m not a fool, Thorne. I will investigate every last detail. I’m not goin
