"Poison spreads fastest in whispers."
Wednesday morning started wrong from the moment Silver's alarm went off. Her roommate was already gone, which was weird for 7 AM, and there were twelve unread messages on her phone. The kind of number that meant either someone had died or she was about to wish they had.
She opened the group chat first. Riley had sent three messages in a row at 6:47 AM.
Don't check the athletics forum.Actually maybe do but sit down first.Call me when you see this.
Silver's stomach tightened. She pulled up the Yale Athletics discussion board on her laptop, the one everyone pretended not to read but refreshed obsessively. The top post had 247 comments already.
"Anonymous Tip: Silver Reaves Injury Timeline Doesn't Add Up"
Her hands stilled on the keyboard.
