Chapter 10
Months later, Khloe’s case moved forward.
So did the school’s investigation.
So did the consequences everyone had sworn could never happen to good kids.
Liam tried to find me once outside a building where he knew I’d be. He looked thinner, rougher around the edges, like the future he had assumed was guaranteed had finally asked him what he had actually earned.
“I didn’t think it would get that bad,” he said, his voice low.
“I know,” I replied. “That’s the problem.”
He flinched.
“You didn’t think,” I said. “You just followed whoever made you feel important.”
His eyes dropped.
“Can we talk?”
I held his gaze without flinching.
“We are talking,” I said. “This is it.”
Then I walked away.
Because in my last life, they celebrated my death like it was a victory.
This time, they got something far worse than revenge.
They got to live with what they did.
While I lived without them.