A Scholar's Fury: The Road to Justice

fake bright smile and invited me on a weekend trip. I was top of my clas

with mold and fear. Not a relaxing getaway, but a nightmare. My "friend" Jessica hadn't just abandoned me; she' d sold me

lp, thinking I was a delirious runaway, disbelieving me because of my mud-streaked, disheveled appearance. Even my own cousin, who briefly heard my muffled screa

y freedom, for a rusty old truck? The sheer, horrifying injusti

s, where his name still carried immense weight. With that realization, a new strength surged. I might be trapped, but I was Sarah, Sheriff John' s grandd