Chapter 37 Chapter 37

Lena

The flash drive sat between Coach Hale’s fingers.

Small.

Black.

Ordinary.

And somehow—

More frightening than the collapsing rink.

Nobody moved.

The gas hissed behind us.

The corridor groaned overhead.

But all I could see—

Was that drive?

Ava’s drive.

The missing truth.

My pulse ha...

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