At Jean’s words, veins bulged on Lacey’s forehead from the sheer pressure.

“Of course I didn’t,” she replied tly, her voice sharp and firm.

“Why would I ever do something like that…” Anger surged in Lacey’s chest. What made her even angrier was how her ssmates–people she got along with just fine–were now being swayed by Jean’s words, like they were starting to doubt her. Even bso/b, she didn’t let her emotions show. She just looked hurt and aggrieved. “Do you guys really not believe me?”

“Of course we believe you.” As soon as Lacey denied it so firmly, the tension in the room began to case. Everyone wanted to believe she was telling the truth.

“Jean, how can you prove what you’re saying is real? You’re not just making this up to smear her, are you?” Naturally, with their trust in Lacey reaffirmed, they turned their suspicion toward Jean.

“Poisoning is a serious usation. You can’t just throw that around!”

“Maybe you hate Lacey so much you started imagining things. This is a pretty vicious thing to

buse /bsomeone of.”

“Jean, at least give us some kind of exnation…”

Jean simply pointed to the snack in the stic box and stared coldly at Lacey. “This half–eaten snack is the evidence you left behind.”

“Lacey, you were very thorough.” Jean’s expression turned calm, her gaze frosted over with at bitter chill. “You destroyed the security footage. You wiped out most of the key evidence-”

“But,” she narrowed her eyes, her tone sharpening like a de as she stared Lacey down, “you weren’t lucky enough.”

“There bwas /bone half–eaten snack that fell between the cracks of the seat.”

Last night, when she had nearly given up and was feeling defeated, she slumped into her chair.

That little bag of half–eaten snacks must’ve been dislodged by the impact. It fell out from the seat bgap /bandnded on the floor.

She had examined it carefully. It was the same brand she had eatenst Friday–one of the snacks that had been poisoned.

It must’ve slipped and got stuck between the seat and the desk. Lacey hadn’t noticed it. She didn’t destroy it

“This bag of snacks had poison in it too. And you didn’t destroy it.” Jean’s voice was low and firm as sheid out the facts.

“So what?” Lacey scoffed, trying to sound bcasual/b. Her mind raced. So lean had found a snack bbag/b.

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like that? Ridiculously low. “How do you prove that it’s poisoned?”

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Jean’s eyes were ice cold. “I’ve already sent it to ab for testing. The results are in–the substance found inside matches the one detected in my system at the hospital. It’s the exact same toxin.”

Jean’s voice was steady and full of certainty. That confidence made something deep in Lacey’s chest falter.

What if she really did have a test report?

What if this wasn’t bluffing at all?

Lacey’s nails dug into her palms. She forced herself to stay calm. iDon’t /ipanic. Don’t show weakness

The

rest of the ss looked between the two of them. Jean’sposure was making them waver again.

Who was telling the truth?

Who was lying?

“Even if the test is real,” Lacey said tightly, pushing back the dread rising in her throat, “even if there really is poison in that snack, that still doesn’t prove I did it. Did you see me put something. in it? Did a camera catch it? Did someone witness it?”

Her voice rose, getting sharper as she stared hard at Jean. “You have no iproof/ii. /iHow dare you pin something like this on me?!”

Jean smiled–just a little.

It wasn’t a warm smile. It was cold and strange, like a hunter who knew the trap had already. snapped bshut/b.

“Lacey, how many times do I have to say it before you believe me?”

“I told byou /bI bhave /bevidence.”

She looked down at the snack in the stic box. “Why do you think I wrapped it in a sealed. stic bag? You ever think about that?”

Jean lifted her head again. Her posture was straight and proud, like a judge pronouncing sentence. “Because the moment I found it, I didn’t dare touch it with my bare hands.”

“There are fingerprints on it.”

The moment she discovered that snack bag. Jean had resisted the urge to grab it in excitement. The prints on that surface were everything. She couldn’t afford to smudge them.

She carefully wrapped it up and slid it between the pages of a workbook before carrying it out of

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This morning, she didn’t just send it in for toxicology testing–she also requested a fingerprint analysis on the surface of the wrapper.

The results?

Besides her own, there was one other set of prints,

And those prints? They could only belong to Lacey.

Right now, Lacey stood there like a statue, eyes wide with disbelief.

Her mind had gone nk. She felt like the blood in her veins had turned to ice, and her fingers had started trembling uncontrobly.

Her entire body was stiff.

She couldn’t lie to herself anymore.

Jean–this whole time–she wasn’t bluffing.

Everything she said might actually be true.

The realization made her vision blur, and she nearly lost her bnce.

“Theb reports, both toxicology and fingerprint, have already been turned over to the police.” Jean’s voice rang out again, calm and steady, like a drumbeat shaking through the room. “Lacey, all that’s left is for you to take a trip down to the station.”

She tilted her head slightly. Her cold smile made her look untouchable–brutal.

Lacey couldn’t move.

She opened her mouth like she wanted to speak, but the words caught in her throat and died. there.

The air around her suddenly felt thin band /bsharp. She couldn’t breathe.

Everyone saw her silence. Herck of denial.

And that said everything.

She didn’t bhave /bba /beback. She couldn’t deny it anymore.

Lacey really had poisoned Jean.

“Lacey, you actually…” A girl nearby gasped and covered her mouth, staring at her in horror.

The other students looked just as stunned. Some were afraid. Some looked betrayed. Others simply couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

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“We didn’t like her either, but bthis/b? This is btoo /bfar…”

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“I can’t believe this. I feel like I don’t even know who you are anymore. What if you get mad at me one day? Are you gonna try to poison me btoo/b?”

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