_Alyssa's POV_
For the rest of the day, I stayed in my room, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My mind was racing and I couldn’t shake the anxiety that gnawed at my stomach. Logan believed Angela. He thought I was a thief. What kind of punishment would he give me? I couldn’t help but imagine the worst. I had seen him angry before—he was dangerous when provoked, and now he thought that I had lied to him.
I couldn’t trust Angela. She had set me up so easily. How many more traps was she planning? I knew I had to be more careful, more vigilant. She wasn’t just trying to ruin my reputation—she wanted me gone. My hands shook as I paced around the room, trying to think of what to do next.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed, breaking the silence. I rushed to pick it up, hoping it wasn’t Log
