Lyra

I walked back towards the dorms, my mind reeling from the shock of finding Jacques dead and Ryan's accusation. Tears stung my eyes, blurring my vision. How could Ryan think I was capable of murder? Did he really have so little faith in me?

As I stumbled along the path, a familiar figure rushed towards me. It was Whitney, her face etched with concern. "Lyra, what's wrong?" she asked. her voice was so gentle, I could barely keep my tears from falling.

I managed to blink ...