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• Evelyn's POV
• The next few days were a blur of interviews and frantic conversations. I sought out students who had seen Ivory and Hilda in action, their manipulations, those who had witnessed Niyla’s breakdown and the pressure they had placed upon her. Slowly but surely, I pieced together the tapestry of their deceit—gathering strings of evidence as if I were assembling a weapon for a battle that was about to ensue.
• There was Jason, who saw them taunting Niyla; Jason, who heard their verbal jabs laced with venom when they believed no one was listening; and even Emily, who recalled the time Niyla was forced to pretend she was a maid at the arrival of Hilda's rich relatives. Each story was a thread in a larger narrative I was weaving, and as the tapestry grew, so too did my resolve.