AVA'S POVPAPER RAINThe papers keep falling even after security drags Jill through the exit doors, her screaming fading into the general roar of the crowd, replaced almost instantly by a thousand different conversations erupting at once. I watch people around me snatch pages out of the air, heads bent together, phones flashing as they photograph whatever's printed on them."Get one," Alfred says, already shoving past a row of stunned spectators to grab a page fluttering down near our seats.My hands are shaking as I take it from him, scanning the print. Financial statements. Names. Dates going back three years, my father's name highlighted in yellow marker alongside Chase's father and at least four other families I don't recognize, all connected to payments the athletic department never publicly disclosed."Oh God," Emma breathes, reading over my shoulder. "This is everything. Everyone."Down on the ice, play has stopped complet
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