Elizabeth’s POV

The week after the attack felt long and heavy, but I refused to let fear win.

Joshua was gone, and the investigators were handling it. My bruises were healing, but my mind was sharper than ever. I knew what I had to do—get real evidence against Jennifer and whoever was helping her.

Every morning, before classes started, I went to the library to dig into old school records and financial reports. Daniel helped when he could. We searched through event photos, board ...