Esther was still crying like a frightened child, her face flushed and streaked with tears, but she forced herself to answer Gaara’s question.

“Someone put a slaughtered chicken inside my locker,” she whispered between shaky breaths. “Its blood was everywhere, on my books, my bag, everything. And…” she paused, trying to steady her voice, “…there was a voodoo doll that looked exactly like me.”

A dead chicken and a voodoo doll?

Gaara’s brows furrowed deeply as he pieced ...