Bethel's POV
I lay awake long after Allari left that night, staring at the ceiling, turning the same question over and over until it stopped making sense from repetition.
*Who took the post down?*
I wanted it to be my father. That answer was simple, safe, didn't require me to examine anything uncomfortable. But Bayo's silent head-shake at dinner had killed that theory before it even had a chance to settle.
Which left Allari.
Except — how? A tutor, however strange, however unusually skilled at guitar and business and apparently unarmed combat, didn't just make things vanish off the internet with one phone call from a sidewalk. That required resources. Connections. The kind of reach my own father, the head of a multi-million-dollar company, sometimes struggled to manage even with his la
