Principal Valois arrived at the academy clinic after being told that the autopsy results were ready. It should have been good news, yet a wave of unease settled in her chest. She could not explain why she was anxious, but deep down she feared what the results would reveal.
"Come in," the doctor said, leading them into the lab. They all put on nose masks before stepping inside. "You said he was a student?"
"Yes," Principal Valois answered quietly as she followed him in. The female pathologist gave them a faint nod of greeting. On the table lay Evan's body, covered with polythene. He looked cold, stiff, and lifeless. Her heart ached at the sight. "Have you been able to find the cause of death?" she asked.
"Yes. He died about a week ago," the doctor replied, glancing at the female pathologist beside him. She leaned in and whispered something to him. "Correction, it's been eight days since he died."
