And finally, she tried to poison the entire student body.
If I intervened now, if I continued to clean up her messes, the cycle would only repeat.
In the last timeline, Caroline—spoiled rotten by Dominic—couldn't handle the mockery resulting from her own stupidity. She killed herself, and Dominic tortured me to death for it.
Phantom pain ripped through my abdomen. My stomach bursting. Soup flooding my lungs. The chair legs scraping against the floor as I convulsed.
A violent shudder wracked my body.
On the screen, Caroline hid the empty jar and sneaked out of the back exit.
I stared at the simmering pot of mushroom soup.
In my last life, Dominic claimed mushrooms couldn't kill people. He called me nosy.
This time, I wouldn't be nosy.
My hand reached out.
I turned off the monitor.
*Mushrooms can't kill people.*
Dominic's last words echoed in my skull.
Fine.
This time, I would grant his wish. I wouldn't interfere.
I wanted to see if Dominic Henson would still stand by those words when disaster truly struck.
I quietly backed up the surveillance footage to a secure drive and returned to the infirmary.
Less than ten minutes later, a frantic knock rattled the door.