The next morning, Daxton glittered like it didn’t just hide secrets—it wore them.Crimson banners for the Gala still lined the walkways. Fresh-cut hydrangeas bloomed near the faculty entrance. If you didn’t know better, you’d think nothing had happened. No ghost brother. No leaked photo. No whispered threats through basement corridors.But Sonia knew better.She walked with purpose now. No hoodie. No shadows. The blazer on her shoulders felt less like camouflage, more like armor.She wasn’t just pretending to be Silas anymore.She was dragging the truth into daylight—one step at a time.---9:45 AM — Music Room BThe last place anyone expected a Vale to go was the old music wing.Which made it the perfect place to find someone hiding something.She pushed through the half-stuck door into a room that smelled like varnish and dust. Eric was there, hunched over a baby grand piano, fingers still on the keys from a chord he’d just finished.He looked up, startled, then softened.“I thought
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