teachers, and the alumni board.
He had sent me away so no one could accuse me of forcing him to confess.
But once again, he had made a decision for me.
That was not love.
That was control.
So I grabbed my keys.
Not to save him.
To reclaim my story.
PART 3
Kevin’s voice reached me before I entered the ballroom.
“Maggie didn’t lie about me,” he said. “I lied about her.”
The room was full of people from our past. Former classmates, teachers, and alumni board members all sat frozen in silence.
Travis sat near the front, pale and stiff.
Kevin gripped the podium.
“She saw me crying after my father called me weak. She asked if I was okay. I punished her for being kind.”
Travis stood up.
“Kevin, stop. We were kids.”
I stepped into the room.
“So was I.”
Everyone turned.
Kevin looked at me like he had been waiting for judgment, but I did not go to him.
I faced Travis.
“You knew the truth, didn’t you?”
He swallowed.
“I knew enough,” he admitted. “I didn’t want him angry at me.”
I nodded.
