small screwdriver until the lock gave way, then pushed it open.
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I used a small screwdriver until the lock gave way, then pushed it open.
There was no fire, only a scorched power strip beside his desk. I yanked the cord from the wall.
Then I saw the photo.
The prom picture.
Livia smiling beside Liam, already hiding a secret.
My legs weakened, and I sank onto his yellow beanbag chair.
Something underneath me felt strange.
Too soft in one spot.
Too hard in another.
