LOGINEli's POVI wasn't in the courtroom on the day of the sentencing. I couldn't bring myself to sit there and watch the man who was my father get led away in chains. Instead, I spent that entire afternoon sitting in a dingy motel room three towns over, staring at a water stain on the ceiling while the hours ticked by. I knew Kassidy had had to face that court room alone, and that knowledge made me feel a heavy guilt in my gut. But the truth was, my presence would have only made it a media circus.The media attention surrounding the case was wearing me down to the bone. Every single day, reporters from the local papers and national news outlets were lurking around the edge of campus, their camera lenses tracking my every move. My phone was a constant, vibrating nightmare of missed calls and text messages from strangers, not to mention the interview requests from television producers who wanted me to play the part of the tragic son."Is it true your father paid off Miss Townsend's father?"
Kassidy's POVA week and some days later, while waiting outside the courtroom on the day of Richard's sentencing, I sat on a long wooden bench, clutching my purse against my lap. I kept staring at the double doors of the courtroom. The courthouse hallway was wide and cold. I had worn my Sunday best—a navy blue dress and a pair of white kitten heels that I was starting to regret choosing for this, because it only added to my discomfort.I hadn't told any of my friends about the hearing, because I wanted to be here alone. Celeste didn't even know the date had been set, and neither did Bree and Simone and the others. If they were here, they would be watching me, worrying and fussing over me, and I couldn't handle that pressure. I needed to face this by myself, to prove that I could stand on my own feet without leaning on anyone else.Just as I was on the brink of anxiety, a shadow fell over me, and I looked up to see a familiar face."Oh, hi, Caleb!"Caleb, the law student I had met back
Kassidy’s POVThe news of the civil and criminal lawsuits against Richard Deering broke the internet. Because of his massive multi-million dollar company, his name was always trending on business forums, but now it was everywhere for a different reason. I couldn’t open a single social media app without seeing our names side by side. The comments sections were a total warzone too. Some people believed me, posting messages of solidarity and demand for accountability, while some believed Richard, claiming I was just a bitter student trying to cash out on a wealthy man’s legacy. Still, that didn’t stop some of his other victims from showing up with proof of how he had harmed them. Within forty-eight hours of the initial filing at Bellick & McLannen, three other women came forward anonymously on the internet, sharing old text messages and non-disclosure agreements that proved Richard had a long history of doing this exact same thing.I had also moved out of the apartment and taken up lod
Kassidy's POVAn hour later, I stepped off the bus two blocks away from Sal's Pizza Place, the cold winter air biting at my cheeks as I hurried down the sidewalk. My mind was spent from the meeting at Bellick and McLannen Law Firm. I pushed through the employee entrance at Sal's, quickly tied my apron around my waist, and tried to lose myself in the regular routine of filling napkin holders and prepping the pizza dough. It was hard but I had to do what I had to do. I couldn't afford to make a mistake.But then a few hours into my shift, Marco came to the back with an angry look on his face. “There is a man out in the dining section. He demands to see you right now.”I wiped my hands on my apron, a sudden wave of nervousness washing over me as I followed Marco out
Kassidy POVA few days later, I tried to put off all thoughts of Roman as I was called to come and see the lawyers who were in charge of my case against his father. The office building in downtown Minnesota was tall and gray, and covered in tinted glass that reflected the cold January sky. I walked through the heavy revolving doors, feeling like I was walking into a trap as I took the elevator up to the twelfth floor. When the doors slid open, I found myself in an equally gray reception area that smelled of leather books and fresh coffee.A young man was sitting behind a large brown desk, sorting through a tall stack of blue folders. A large plaque behind him read: Bellick and McLannen Law Firm. He looked up as I approached, offering a warm smile that instantly made me feel a little less anxious.
Kassidy's POVCeleste managed to calm me down, setting me on my bed and going downstairs to fetch me a glass of water. The moment she was gone, I picked up my phone again, this time dialing a different number.I held the phone to my ear with a shaking hand, listening to the hollow ringing sound until his voice finally broke through the line. Eli sounded exhausted, his tone flat and dead. Before he could apologize or try to explain away his absence, I cut him off.“I know, Eli,” I said, my voice remarkably steady despite the chaos spinning around my head. “Celeste showed me the documents and Piper told me everything about your father and what happened that night. But we need to talk. Right now.”
Kassidy's POVFive days since Nova arrived, and I had gotten very good at disappearing. I timed my mornings around Eli's schedule, which I had figured out by the third day. He was out of the kitchen by seven fifteen, so I came down at seven thirty. If I heard Nova's voice anywhere on the ground flo
Kassidy's POVEli was standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, like he'd been pacing before he heard the bathroom door. His arms were crossed, and his jaw clenched. I rolled my eyes as soon as I got over the shock. I snapped. "What the hell are you doing in my room?"He didn't sa
Kassidy's POVI still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Eli's girlfriend was moving in. He had such audacity! Had he forgotten that he'd had sex with me just last night? How was I supposed to deal with this crushing guilt?!I sat on my bare mattress and turned that sentence over in my head
Kassidy's POVThe rain started at four forty-seven in the evening. I had no umbrella, and I had no rain jacket. All I brought was a tote bag with a notebook in it that I absolutely could not afford to replace. The bus stop was a seven-minute walk from the campus gates. I was already having the wors







