Anna’s POVThe truck ride back to my house was completely silent, save for the heavy slap of rain against the windshield.Noah kept both hands on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the dark, winding road. When he finally pulled up to my driveway, he didn't turn off the ignition. He just shifted into park and looked over at me."You're shaking, Anna," he said, his voice quiet, steady, and low."My whole life just exploded on camera, Noah," I whispered, staring down at my wet hands. "Maya planned it. Brenna hates me. Everyone thinks I'm a monster.""You didn't do this alone," Noah said firmly, reaching over to tap the steering wheel. "Don't carry the blame for what toxic people pushed you into. Go inside, lock your door, and don't listen to a single word anyone says tonight.""Noah..." I swallowed hard, looking at him through my soaked bangs. "What you said in the auto shop...""We'll talk about that later," Noah said softly, offering me a small, grounded nod. "Tonight, you just surv
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