On the school’s website, hundreds of comments accused me of being shameless, claiming I had used my body to secure my place at university.
A few comments defending me were twisted by Sandy into evidence of me attacking her.
Kristoff snatched the phone, his expression furious. “Amelia, how could you do something like this? Even if you’re reckless, why drag Sandy into it?”
Henry, though more composed, still looked at me with an accusing gaze.
I suppressed the storm of emotions within me and said firmly, “I didn’t do it. If you don’t believe me, you can investigate yourselves!”
But neither of them listened. They were too busy comforting Sandy.
“Don’t worry, Sandy. I’ll contact the PR team right away to handle this.”
“Let’s grab some dessert; ice cream always makes you feel better.”
With one of them on each side, they escorted Sandy away.
Neither spared me a backward glance.
I took a deep breath, my gaze fixed on the ashes left by the fireworks.
Compared to life and death, this humiliation was insignificant.
At the very least, I was alive, with a new life and future ahead of me.
I wanted to drive home but realized that Kristoff still had my bag.