SOPHIE
Saturday ended with the post still circulating despite Tyler deleting it, and Sunday passed in a blur of screenshots and printer paper at River's house—me refreshing its spread every hour like picking a scab, River hovering over the printer like it might malfunction out of spite, Avery numbering the pages in the corner so nothing gets out of order. I don't trust my phone battery not to die at the exact moment someone in an office asks to see them, so by Sunday night I have a folder. Actual paper. Evidence that doesn't disappear when a screen goes dark.
Monday morning, before the first bell, we walk up the front steps together.
"You want me to come in with you?" River asks, adjusting his bag. "I can be very persuasive. I once got a full refund on a swimsuit I'd already worn."
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