Stella’s POV

She said what?

I blinked, not sure I’d heard right.

“Call the police,” Freya repeated, her voice clear, cutting through the hum of whispers like a blade. “Let them check for fingerprints.”

I nearly dropped my fork.

From where I sat, I could see the shock ripple through the cafeteria. Even the manager looked stunned. He opened his mouth like he might object again—but then closed it, uncertain.

I leaned back slightly, ...