Three days later, Julian dropped a folder in front of Chloe.
"You were right." His expression was unusually serious. "In the 72 hours before Tanya killed herself, she sent Leon 27 messages. All read. None answered."
Chloe's hand trembled as she opened the folder.
Twenty-seven messages.
From "Leon, I'm scared" to "Why won't you reply to me?" to "I'm begging you, just say something" to the final one: "If I die, will you regret it?"
Read. No reply.
Chloe closed her eyes, her fingertip brushing over those words, as if she could reach across time and touch another girl's identical despair.
They had both loved the same man. They had both tried to knock on that door the same way. They had both failed.
"How long after she sent that last message did she kill herself?" Chloe asked.
"6 hours
