Her Death, Their Sinful Secret

Chloe died, I

en a text from our friend Emily shattered my world

around our building. Emily, pale and shaking, whis

a tragic suicide, scrubbing every trace of her from o

the whispered phone calls to a blocked number that made

it, already closing the case. The university wa

journal. I knew they held the truth. That night, I snuck back into our room,

sed, but the buzzing alarm clock confi

humming at her desk. I had w

cond chance. I

ning, I was too late. I watched her

cold, hard determination set in. They had taken eve

And the key was the phone and the journal-still h

he terrifying man who attacked me, burst into my room to

ly smashed the window, scream

my physical evidence was gone. Dea

e officer dead in the eye and said, "

fession, but it forced their hand. A suicide th

e Anderson, the impossible truth started to break through. He listened,

e the horrifying truth: Dean Peterson was pimping out vulnerable female students, inclu

was murder, a desperate escape

, my sanity, but it ignited a firestorm. The corrupt

w for the first time: we did it. We changed her s