13_The accusation

Jennifer

The whispers started innocently enough—a fleeting comment in the cafeteria, a snide remark in the library. But I’d planted the seeds, and now they were blooming into a storm that would bring Eloise down a peg or two.

I watched her glide through campus, smiling as though life had handed her a perfect script. She had it all: grades, confidence, and the admiration of everyone she met. People flocked to her like moths to a flame, and it made my skin crawl. But ...