The Crimson Note of Truth

The next morning, I arrived at school an hour before the first bell. The hallways were dark and empty. I knew Lucas usually arrived early because his scholarship required him to help the janitorial staff set up the morning equipment.

I waited by his locker. When I heard his worn-out sneakers squeaking against the linoleum floor, my heart hammered against my ribs.

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