They thought it was guilt. That heavy, suffocating weight that gnawed at them day and night. At first, it was small shadows at the corners of their eyes, doors that creaked for no reason, cold drafts brushing past them. But soon, the feeling became impossible to ignore.
It had all started after the party. Emily, quiet and gentle, had been strangely distant that night. She refused drinks, avoided the teasing, and slipped away into the night. By morning, she was gone. The truth hit hard: Emily had been poisoned.…CONTINUE READING
