~Drake~
~Later that night~
My heart pounds like a drum in my chest as I scrutinize the video footage once more. The damning evidence that proves what Maya had done, a girl I am starting to care for deeply. It's gut-wrenching.
Despite our earlier accusations, Clay's words echo in my mind, casting a shadow of doubt over my certainty.
"Why are you still watching it?" Keegan asks, coming over to me where I sit on the laptop watching the recording play.
Yet I can't shake the look she gave me when I accused her. She genuinely looked confused.
"Drake?" he says as it replays again.
Staring at the footage, something seems off. If she was such a cold-blooded killer, why does she look so frantic, the way her hands shook as she held the knife. There's something wrong.
My fingers tremble as I
