red out the window, the city lights blurring into streaks. My mind wasn't on the claustrophobia or the humil

e, was waiting. She wrapped her ar

r voice tight with worry. "Ethan, are

hem the whole story. Not yet. They would want to call the police, law

nal hard drive was gone. Brandon must have pocketed it. And there, at the bottom of the bag, were the

one buzzed. A me

up my stolen hard drive like a trophy. Then Chloe leaned in and kissed him, a long, passionate kiss, right in front ofthe camera. Below

trayal, it was a performance. They were gloating.

, the shredded papers in my hand, and the image of them kissing burned into my brain. The hurt was a physical thing, a heavy pressure i

Then another. And another. My curiosity go

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ibed chaos. Dozens of high school graduates suddenly falling violently ill. Ambulances were swarming t

in front of the restaurant, which was now cordoned off with police tape. Paramedics were wheeling p

for everyone to get sick. They just didn't expect the re

, watching as Brandon tore up my life, ready to follow him in leaving me to take the fall. They were accompl

ere they on one of those stretchers? Or did they manage to escape before the worst of it hi

But they were sloppy. They were arrogant. They had cre

eep for security reasons. I had backups of my backups. They had destroyed a piece of paper a

s going to watch them burn in the fire they had started themselves. I would not intervene. I would not h