They laughed as my face hit the concrete, kicking my thrift-store backpack while the teachers looked away. I thought I was alone until a scarred man in a faded army jacket knelt beside me, wiped the blood from my cheek, and whispered a secret that would shatter the entire town’s silence. I never knew that the moment I hit rock bottom was the exact moment the hunt for the truth began.
PART 1 CHAPTER 1: The Taste of Asphalt The dismissal bell at St. Jude’s Preparatory Academy didn’t sound like freedom to me. It sounded like a dinner bell for wolves. I packed my things slowly, trying to run out the clock. If I timed it right, the “Varsity Elite”—the group of five seniors who essentially…