MEGHAN
Liam walked me back to my room in silence: none of us spoke a single word for the whole walk.
I knew I had no reason to be that shocked: I mean, I knew what kind of person Mylah was. I’d shared a womb with her, and then nineteen years of life: deep down, I knew her heart, even though I’d always harbored the hope that maybe what I was seeing wasn’t her true character – that maybe she was just jealous and angry, and that eventually everything would come around.
That hope had been definitely crashed a year before – and today’s discovery only reinforced it.
Meddling with someone’s life to destroy them was something I’d seen Mylah do plenty of times: I remembered when she’d taken some nudes of herself and then anonymously passed them around the school, saying they belonged to some
