AMARA
“The school called me earlier. They’ve identified the person who injected Ashley with glucose.”
I shot up from my seat, nearly knocking over the coffee cup in front of me. A few café staff turned to look, startled by my sudden movement.
“They did?!” I asked, wide-eyed. “Who was it?”
“It was her class teacher,” he answered with a cold edge in his voice. “I’ve already told the school I’ll be coming in tomorrow morning to meet with them. Get ready—we’re going together.”
“Of course,” I said, my voice tight with rage. Heaven knows I’m barely holding it together. If I see that woman, I don’t know what I’ll do—I might slap her into next week. Attempted murder charges? I’m pressing them without a second thought. “Thank you… for letting me know.”
“They mentioned they sent you an email a
