Elizabeth’s POV

My thoughts wouldn’t rest.

Every face, every whisper in the hallway reminded me of what had happened — of him. But beneath all the pain, a new determination had started growing inside me. I needed to know the truth behind Jennifer and that man from the board.

So I started watching. Quietly.

Between classes, I noted where Jennifer went, who she met. Once, I saw her by the staff block, pretending to drop a file off, but the man from the board, the same one ...