It was Sasha's brother, of all people, who changed everything.
He called from college that weekend, some unrelated family reason, and Sasha — desperate, exhausted, past the point of careful strategy — ended up telling him the whole story, the note, Callahan, Marissa, everything.
"Wait," he said, when she finished. "Callahan? Mr. Callahan? I think Coach Preston mentioned something once, years ago, about a complaint that got 'handled internally.' I didn't think anything of it at the time — I was a freshman, it wasn't my business. But Preston still coaches track. He might remember more than you'd expect."
It was a thread. A thin one, but a real one — an entirely separate witness, someone with nothing directly at stake, who might remember a piece of the same decade-old story from a differen
