Chapter 67
Nina’s POV
I sat cross-legged on the bed, back against the headboard, laptop balanced on my thighs. The screen glow was the only light in the room. Curtains drawn tight. House quiet except for the faint hum of the AC somewhere down the hall.
Amanda’s messages stared back at me. A whole wall of them. I scrolled up slow, heart already sinking before I even read the words.
The top one from two days ago:
“Nina. Josh is dead. They found him in his dorm. Overdose they said. But it wasn’t. I know it wasn’t. He didn’t touch that s**t. Someone did this.”
My stomach twisted. Josh. The quiet guy from anatomy lab who always shared his notes. The one who blushed when I teased him about his terrible coffee. Dead.
Next message, same day:
“Isabella’s wanted now. Cops put out a warrant.
