INICIAR SESIÓNRyker's POV I hadn’t meant to stay outside the equipment room that long.Their voices had carried just enough through the old door. Nova’s low and steady. Priya’s tighter, answering questions about anonymous accounts and a single image. Then the name again—Lily—spoken like it belonged to something still unfinished. I had stepped back before either of them opened the door, but the pieces had already started locking together in my head.Lily Chen.The same name my grandfather had used on the phone with Harper’s father. The same name that had made Harper freeze in the car when I asked about her. The same dead girl from the thin articles I had read until my eyes burned.Nova was involved. Not as a bystander. As someone with evidence and a plan.I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes the fragments rearranged themselves: the cleaned-up news stories, my grandfather’s calm voice saying the evidence had been taken care of, Harper’s warning not to say the name again, Nova’s face when that
Harper's POV The call from her father had come three nights earlier.He rarely phoned unless something needed managing. Harper had been in her room scrolling when his name lit the screen. She answered on the second ring, already straightening her posture even though he couldn’t see her.He asked if there was anything she hadn’t told him about the Lily Chen situation.The question landed wrong. Too careful. Too specific after all this time.“No,” she said. “Why would there be?”He told her it was nothing to worry about. Then he added that if she was keeping anything back, now was the moment to correct it. He didn’t raise his voice. He never needed to. The warning sat underneath the politeness like a blade.Before hanging up he shifted topics with the same smooth control. He had heard she and Ryker were getting along well. He was pleased. She should invite him for dinner sometime. The family would like to see them together properly.Harper had said of course and ended the call with the
Nova's POV I found Priya near the vending machines after last period.She looked up when I stopped in front of her. The surprise on her face was quick, then carefully blank. We hadn’t spoken properly since the day she told me the truth about the lab. The silence had been mine.“Come with me,” I said.She hesitated only a second before falling into step behind me. Neither of us spoke on the way to the old wing. I unlocked the equipment room, waited until she was inside, then locked the door again.Priya stood near the stacked mats, arms crossed.“What’s this about?”“I need an urgent favour. You’re good with websites. Anonymous accounts. I need a blog that can’t be traced back to anyone. One image. Scheduled to go live at midnight.”Priya’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What kind of image?”“A screenshot. From a video. Harper and Lily on the balcony the night she died.”The hallway noise seemed to drop around us. Priya stared at me for a long second, then glanced around like someone might
Nova's POV The library computer took longer than it should have.I typed Maisy’s name the way Lydia remembered it and added Crestwood. A few old hits came up—an eighth-grade group photo, a middle-school honor roll list, then a quiet transfer notice from last year. She had left the academy a few weeks after Lily’s fall. No reason given. No new school listed in anything public.Her father was a police officer. That detail sat heavier than the rest. Access. Connections. A possible reason a girl could watch something terrible and never have to report it.Nothing explained why she had stood on that balcony and done nothing.The bell rang. I logged out, slung my bag over my shoulder, and headed into the main hallway. I made it halfway to the stairwell before Harper stepped into my path. Two of her usual friends closed in on either side like it was practiced.“You’re still here,” Harper said. She looked me over the way she might look at something stuck to her shoe. “I honestly don’t know wh
Ryker's POV I typed the name the way it had sounded in my grandfather’s mouth.Lily Chen.The first results were thin. A short local news piece from last year. Scholarship student. Fall from a campus balcony. Ruled an accident, with the usual careful language that left room for suicide without saying the word out loud. No long investigation. No follow-up stories. The kind of quiet ending that happened when no one important pushed for more.I kept scrolling.A second article mentioned the family. Her parents had made the decision to remove her from life support after she never regained consciousness. The wording was respectful and empty. Dates. A brief quote from a school administrator offering thoughts and prayers. Nothing that explained why my grandfather had spoken about “taking care of” evidence on a private call with Harper’s father.I opened a third link. Then a fourth.Harper’s name appeared in the comments of an old forum thread that had mostly been scrubbed. Someone had writt
Ryker's POV I sat in the driveway longer than I needed to. The equipment room conversation kept replaying. Nova’s face when the text came in. The way she had gone pale on the phone. The way she had let me hold her for thirty seconds and then shoved me off like the contact burned. I still didn’t know what the call had been about, only that it left her shaken enough to lean on me before the anger snapped back into place. Harper was the other problem. The deal was holding on the surface, but every day it felt more like a slow erosion. I had already begged her once to leave Nova alone. She had laughed and called it weakness. I needed a real way out—something that didn’t hand my grandfather another reason to tighten the leash or put Nova’s family in the crosshairs. I felt exhausted, this whole situation was draining. I got out of the car and walked inside. The house was quiet except for my grandfather’s voice carrying from the study. The door was cracked. I stopped in the hallway wi







