Sara exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in. She desperately hoped her performance in Mrs. Smith’s office had been convincing.
As she made her way to her next class, she couldn’t stop replaying the meeting over and over in her mind. The way Mrs. Smith's eyes had narrowed, scrutinizing her, trying to detect any hint of dishonesty.
Yet, Sara had remained composed, ensuring she appeared genuinely concerned, like a friend simply trying to offer assistance.
Meanwhile, Mia was tucked away in the library with Jared, speaking in hushed tones behind a tall stack of books. “Sara just told me that Mrs. Smith bought the story,” Mia whispered, a smirk playing on her lips. “Apparently, Mrs. Smith is convinced we’re at each other’s throats over some big secret you’re hiding.”
Jared
