Three months later.
I had gone abroad, sitting in a high-rise apartment in Manhattan. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window was the autumn color of Central Park.
My phone screen lit up. The hacker sent a compressed file.
I unzipped it.
Annie's "life" unfolded before my eyes, page by page.
It turned out that even a first love had places the light couldn't reach.
Senior year of high school, she bullied a female classmate until the girl dropped out. The girl's name was Cindy Wayne. She was poor, and she had borrowed Annie's dress to wear.
"A country girl like you deserves to wear my clothes?"
Later, Cindy transferred schools and disappeared without a trace.
Sophomore year of college, Annie had someone push a girl who "stole" her boyfriend down the stairs. The girl's name was Bella. She
