Chapter 98
Gloria’s POV
Standing before me, Emily’s entire demeanor had shifted so completely that, for a brief moment, even I almost doubted myself.
Gone was the sharp-edged arrogance, the barely concealed malice that usually clung to her like a second skin. In its place stood a girl who looked soft, almost gentle—her shoulders slightly drawn in, her lashes lowered, her hands folded neatly in front of her as if she were afraid of taking up too much space.
“Gloria,” she said quietly, her voice sweet enough to be convincing, “I heard you once went to Missoula, didn’t you?”
My spine stiffened.
She hesitated, then continued, choosing each word with care. “I… I have a friend who studied there. She was assaulted by Jackson Portman. Could I talk to you about it?”
The world seemed to pause
