Roman’s POV
The second I stepped into the room, I knew.
Phones lit. Eyes flicked. The air shifted. That subtle charge, like everyone had seen something they shouldn’t, and they were pretending they didn’t.
And then I saw her.
Ariana. Laughing at something Maddi said, brushing her hair behind her ear, completely unaware that the air around her had turned toxic.
She didn’t know.
Not yet.
And I intended to keep it that way.
I moved fast. Found a quiet spot near the lodge's side stairwell and pulled up the school app. The anonymous report had been logged through a faculty feedback portal. Most students didn’t even know it existed.
I did.
I hacked it my first year.
Only a few devices accessed the report form in the last week. Fewer had the nerve to submit something.
One IP matched a
