She paused, her shoulders tensing.
“It’s just a stupid prank,” she said finally, though the quiver in her voice betrayed her.
I didn’t believe her for a second.
“Emma, you don’t have to handle this alone,” I said, my voice firm but kind.
She looked up, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” she pleaded.
Reluctantly, I nodded, knowing that pushing too hard could drive her further away.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to act.
Whatever was happening, it wasn’t just a prank.
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