, usually the rock of the group, was staring at her husband, Karim. The look between them wasn't one of grief; it was a silent pact of silence.
The reunion party was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, it had become a crime scene. , usually the rock of the group, was
was pacing, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She knew too much about the arguments overheard in the powder room. Instead, it had become a crime scene
As the sirens wailed, the "Four Musketeers"—as they were known in school—were forced back into a tight, suffocating circle. As the sirens wailed, the "Four Musketeers"—as they
She realized then that the fall wasn't just about one person hitting the pavement. It was the beginning of their entire world collapsing. The secrets they had kept for twenty years—the fire, the lies, the betrayal—were no longer ghosts. They were the jury.