Cyrus BlackwoodI stood in the corridor, the air thick with anticipation and whispers that refused to stay contained. Students lingered further down the hall, pretending not to stare but failing miserably. News traveled fast in a place like this, and right now, I was the center of it.The door to the board member’s office stood closed in front of me, a solid barrier between speculation and whatever version of the truth would be decided inside. I rolled my shoulders back, loosening the tension in them, my expression settling into something calm. There was no point looking anything but composed.A moment later, the door opened. “Come in.”I stepped inside without hesitation.Wren stood off to the side of the room, near the window, like she had been placed there and forgotten. Her posture was rigid, her hands clenched at her sides, but it was her face that caught me off guard for a fraction of a second.She looked wrecked. Not in the obvious way. There were no dramatic sobs, no shaking s
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