Amaya's POV The staring doesn't stop.We make it to American History—the only class all four of us have together—and every head turns when we walk in. Professor Klein pauses mid-sentence, then breaks into a smile."Well, look who decided to join us," she says. "Our resident heroes."I want to sink into the floor."We're not heroes," I mutter, sliding into my usual seat. "We just—""Exposed a multi-state human trafficking and experimentation ring?" Klein supplies. "Yes, very ordinary Tuesday activity."The class laughs. Not mocking. Genuinely warm. My mates settle around me—Alvaro on my left, Javier on my right, Luciano in the row behind. Their presence is comforting even as my cheeks burn."Seriously though," Klein continues, "what you all did took remarkable courage. The university is very proud. That said—" her expression turns stern, "—you still have a final exam in three weeks and I expect you all to pass."More laughter. The tension breaks.Klein launches into her lecture about
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