It had been three days since the pool incident.
Three days since I watched the same girl who smiled at everyone like a saint push me into the deep end without a flicker of hesitation.
And in those three days, not once did Sophie look guilty.
Whenever our eyes met, she smiled — that soft, perfect smile that fooled everyone. Sometimes she even waved. It got to the point where I started questioning my own memory. Maybe she hadn't meant it. Maybe she didn't even know she did it.
And Elena, she never brought it up either.
The school had moved on. Everyone had.
They said it was an accident.
They said I slipped.
They said Sophie even tried to help me.
I was the only one who knew the truth, but truth didn't seem to matter much in Solaria.
One afternoon the sun was bleeding gold over the campus when I saw her again.
