hearing you wrong. Then you kept going.”

“That was private.”

“No,” he said. “It was cruel.”

Brianna looked at me then, not with guilt, not yet, but with the anger of someone who had been trapped.

“No,” I said. My voice trembled, but it came out clearly. “You went through with the plan.”

No one spoke.

Marcus opened another screen on his phone.

“I have already continue reading …

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