Her Death, Their Sinful Secret

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, I had this impossible, miraculous chance, and I failed. What

hought it might actually kill me. My body shook with violent, sil

a perimeter with yellow tape. It was the exact same sce

suit, knelt beside me. "Young lady,

ared at the yellow tape, the

building. They asked me questions I couldn't answer. When was the

he only thing I coul

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rnal. T

er her death. The university had already cleaned

ened. No one had been in our room

rnal were still there

ough the grief, somethin

determi

cept that horrible, impossible truth.

irl and closed the case in a day. They erased her, and when I found the evid

this

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o that room be

The woman who had been sitting

k to my room," I

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aid, my voice gaining stre

slowly. "Of course. We' ll

ch me. They wanted to make sure I didn' t

of his hand over my mouth. He was real. The threat was real. Getting that journal was not just about finding evidence, it was

was ready. I kn

I would hide it. And I wou

t, gaping hole in my chest. But n

ll here. And I would make dam