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2025-04-06 12:02:29Caroline’s Point of View
My phone vibrates against the desk, and the moment I see the school’s name flashing on the screen, my stomach twists.
Not again.
With a deep breath, I snatch up the call. “Caroline Hill speaking.”
There’s a brief pause before the school secretary’s voice filters through the line. “Mrs. Hill, I’m afraid we need you to come in. There’s been… another incident.”
I shut my eyes for a second. Another incident. That means Liam again. That means her again. That means this ridiculous cycle repeating itself.
“Let me guess,” I say, my voice tight. “Evelyn is crying, and Liam is somehow the villain?”
The secretary hesitates. “We would appreciate if you could come as soon as possible.”
I hang up without another word, already grabbing my coat. My hands shake with frustration as I p
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