Not in a Million Years
I cross my arms, daring her to elaborate.
“What about Katy Schmitt? Danny? Shit, even Matt?”
The evidence is all out on the table. Leaked therapy tapes, screenshots, audio files. Whoever runs that horrific account has it all—the means to destroy everyone in our county. And I never took a stand against it until it was about me.
Suddenly, all of our phones ping, except for Claire’s.
Speak of the devil. The newest post from clarenton secrets reads, “Looks like Genny Williams, the belle of Clarenton, has finally exited her shell. The hermit’s out and on the town.”
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