Part 2: The Timestamp Nobody Wanted To Read The screen at the front of the room flickered once, then sharpened. A blue message bubble filled the projector…

Part 2: The Room Went Quiet Too Late The slap did not hurt as much as the silence after it. Holly Baker stood with one hand against…

Part 2: The Date Under The Signature The date was not supposed to be visible. That was the first thing everyone noticed. The top page had a…

Part 2: The Timestamp Under The Puzzle Table The timestamp sat in the corner of the projected image like a tiny nail holding the whole lie in…

Part 2: The Timestamp That Changed The Room The first timestamp glowed on the laptop screen like a warning nobody could ignore. Piper’s name was not written…

Part 2: The Signature That Silenced The Stage Charlotte stopped breathing. I saw it from where I stood beside the microphone, one hand pressed against my aching…

Part 2: The Email She Could Not Unsend The food hit my windbreaker and slid down the cobalt fabric in a slow, humiliating smear. For one second,…

Part 2: The Camera Angle She Forgot The instrument room stayed frozen around the open laptop. Harper’s hand was still half-raised, like she had not fully accepted…

Part 2: The Clip Waiting Behind The List The screen stayed frozen, and somehow that was worse than the slap. My cheek burned so sharply that every…