LOGINWHITNEY.The rest of the day has me completely restless after Jayden hangs up on me.The silence at the end of that phone call keeps replaying inside my head. I keep wondering if I should have lied about where I was. Maybe I should have said I was with Devin or studying at the library. Instead, I told the truth, and somehow the truth frightens him more than any lie ever could. By morning, my stomach feels so tight that I can barely eat breakfast.Jayden asks to meet me at the small café near the hospital.The entire drive there, I prepare myself for another argument. I expect him to be angry. I expect him to accuse me of choosing Carlos over him. I even practice what I will say if he starts shouting again. But the moment I walk inside, all those thoughts disappear.Jayden smiles gently as if nothing happened."Whit."His voice is calm."I'm glad you came."I sit across from him, still unsure."You wanted to talk.""I did."He lowers his eyes for a second."First... I'm sorry."I blink
CARLWhitney’s message arrives just after lunch while I am sitting alone outside the gym. I read it three times because I am sure I misunderstood it. She does not accuse me of anything. She does not demand answers. She only asks if we can meet somewhere private where nobody will interrupt us. After thinking for a few minutes, I tell her to meet me at the school's ice rink after practice. When the arena is empty, it becomes the quietest place on campus, and somehow it has always been the only place where I never feel like I have to pretend.Practice ends just before sunset.The arena slowly empties until only the sound of the cleaning machine echoes through the building. I wait by the players' bench, watching the fresh ice shine beneath the lights. Every memory I have of this place rushes through my mind. It is where I celebrate victories, suffer defeats, and where Whitney probably learns to hate me a little more every season. Now, somehow, it is also where she’s agreed to meet me.A f
DEVIN.I spend almost the entire week staring at the same list of names.Some belong to old student council members. Others are former hockey players, volunteers, or students who help organize charity events years ago. Every time I think I am getting closer to the truth, another record disappears or another trail goes cold. It feels like someone keeps closing doors just before I reach them. Finally, after countless attempts at trying to uncover what had really happened and meeting dead ends, I stop looking for documents and decide to look for people instead.People remember things that papers cannot.After hours of searching old yearbooks and social media pages, I find someone who might actually know something. His name is Ethan. He graduated just a few months after the assault and now attends college in another city. It takes me another day to find his phone number through an old alumni group.I stare at the number for a long time before calling.The phone rings four times. Then some
WHITNEY.I hate what I am becoming.A few weeks ago, I spend every minute watching Carlos, waiting for him to make one mistake that proves he is exactly the monster I always believed he was. Now, without even meaning to, I find myself doing the same thing to Jayden. Every time that thought crosses my mind, guilt crashes into me so hard that I can barely breathe. He is the person I love. He is the person I almost lost. Why am I looking at him like he is hiding something?I tell myself it is only because of the wooden box.Carlos has filled my head with questions I have never asked before. The photographs, the volunteer lists, the handwritten message, and the missing week keep circling inside my mind. I promise myself I am not trying to catch Jayden in a lie. I only want my heart to be quiet again. I want one normal day where everything makes sense.Instead, the questions keep growing.That afternoon, I stop by Jayden's house after classes.His mother lets me in with a warm smile before
CARLI never expect rebuilding my reputation to feel this empty.Coach finally gathers the senior players before practice and tells them the leaked strategy is not my fault. He does not explain what really happens. He only says the investigation uncovers enough to clear my name. Some of the guys immediately stop looking at me like I had betrayed them. Others still keep their distance, convinced I failed as captain the moment our playbook reaches another team. I cannot even blame them because, from where they stand, they still do not know the whole story.Practice feels different after that meeting.Oliver skates beside me while we warm up, bumping my shoulder with his stick."You look alive again.""I never died.""You almost did."I laugh quietly."Thanks for the encouragement.""I'm serious."He watches me carefully."You've been carrying the whole world on your back."There’s a moment of silence between us."I'm getting used to it,” I say finally."You shouldn't have to."Before I
WHITNEY.I park my car across the street and carry the wooden box against my chest all the way to the library.It feels just as heavy as it did yesterday, but today the weight is different. It is no longer only Carlos's burden. Somehow it has become mine too. Every step I take makes me wonder if I should turn around and go home. Maybe opening this box again will only make everything worse. Still, I keep walking because I know I cannot keep pretending these questions do not exist.Devin is already waiting inside the same private study room.The moment he sees the box in my hands, he stands up. His eyes stay fixed on it while I carefully place it on the large table between us. Neither of us speaks for several seconds. The silence is so heavy that I can hear the ticking of the clock on the wall."You really brought it," he says quietly.I nod."I'm still not sure this is the right thing to do."He gives me a small, reassuring smile."We're not here to prove anyone guilty,” he says. "We'r
WHITNEYI squeeze the key in my palm — the same key Devin gave me three days ago — trying to calm my fraying nerves.I've been feeling this way since my last meeting with Devin. Since I agreed with his plan to take down Carl once and for real. I should feel motivated that I have a reliable accompl
Gosh, I hate myself for this.I hate how much his intoxicating presence is affecting me right now.Against my will, my gaze lowers with dread as I'm unable to look him in the eyes anymore. My knees weaken as my mind replays the nightmare I had of Carl having his fingers scissoring me open.How I mo
"They're lying to you... Don't listen to them!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I approach the receptionist with fright.Considering my unexpected outburst and the way she's staring at me with confusion right now, she probably thinks I've lost it.Concern lines her brows as she takes me in. "Exc
I shake my head in disappointment as I listen to my mother speak on the other end of the phone. She sounds genuinely worried.She's relaying everything Ava told her about what’s happened to us in the last two weeks.Down to the part where we went to Carl's house for revenge for Jayden. Can you beli







