The She Billionaire In Boy's Blazer

died on a

t's what the h

lice rule out foul play. Family requests privacy." Sonia Vale read those words on her phone as a nu

t even see

Gold crest Drive. They told her there was blood. But not once did th

t the floor. Her blazer felt too heavy on her shoulders. She hadn't slept. Hadn't ea

ome. It'

was

r body wasn't crying. It wasn't doing anything at all. It was like her mind had zipped up h

Vale... your mother has signed for a priv

ed. "Cremati

nderstand. She didn't want

, but no words came. She just nodded, then turned and walked

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as smaller tha

in the front row, staring at the polished wood table where her twin's ashes were suppos

t the type t

to crash his car a

nd where was his phone? His last texts? No accident footage. No police report made public. No men

y. She walked into his old bedroom lik

l smelled lik

e corner with a broken stri

oked untouched except for a plain gra

about it fe

up. A soft thud

k and worn, with Silas's handwr

. Start here.

ages of scribbles, codes, maps of Daxton's campus,

Crowns." A chill raced down her back. Her brother hadn't just died. He wa

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bathroom mirror, her scissors trembling. S

ed herself into his black uniform blazer. And when she star

saw him. Not the real Silas.

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mother found her suit

ng?" she asked, eye

" "You can't." "I already transferred," she lied. "Sonia, please..." "I'm not asking, Mother

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d the notebook like a lifeline. Page after

fway through, one name

s didn't trust. And the only

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n, blazer soaked, hair plastered down. A tall figu

e says, voice sh

her chin

. "You're late. And different." Sonia's h

round of Silas's videos. It's Eric Bla