Chapter 128

Elodie’s POV

The school hallway smelled faintly of chalk and disinfectant, and for a moment it felt strange that we were doing something so intense in a place that looked completely normal.

The boy led us down a short hall, opened a door into a tiny office space, and hurried to a small desk where a tablet was charging. He unplugged it, tapped the screen, and pulled up an app.

“Here,” he said,