Mia paced her bedroom floor, unable to sleep. The dinner conversation replayed in her mind on an endless loop. Eleanor's thinly veiled threats. Selen's triumphant smile. Marcus's calculating eyes.

"They're going to find out," she whispered to herself, running her hands through her hair. "And when they do..."

She couldn't even finish the thought. The false accusations that had destroyed her teaching career would seem like proof that she was untrustworthy, manipulative—exactly what Eleanor ...