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    An official investigation wasunched.


    People whispered.


    Why had this couple been ignored for so long?


    And why now, suddenly, did the system move?


    Meanwhile, Jolene Sampson’s name resurfaced.


    The voices that once condemned her fell eerily silent. In their ce, sympathy grew.


    Even those who had never known her felt the weight of her suffering.


    That night, the quiet hum of the Burgess household was shattered by a firm knock at the door.


    Uniformed officers stood outside. One of them held up his credentials.


    “We suspect Leah Burgess was involved in a bullying incident five years ago. She needs toe with us for questioning.”


    At the top of the stairs, Leah descended with unhurried grace.


    She met their gaze evenly.


    “Give me a moment to change.”


    Sonia, standing nearby, clutched her hand, her face pale.


    “Leah…”


    Leah gave her a reassuring pat.


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    “It’s fine. I’ll be back soon.”


    And she believed it.


    After all, no real evidence existed.


    If there were, they would have used it long ago.


    As expected, hourster, Leah walked free.


    The police had nothing solid to hold her.


    But the damage had been done.


    Her name was now drenched in scandal.


    No matter how flimsy the usations, the public had already turned.


    Meanwhile, Jolene had be a figure of sympathy.


    The injustice of it all made Leah’s blood boil.


    Leah stepped out of the police station, the night air crisp against her skin. Just as she drew a breath, her gazended on Jolene emerging from the building as well.


    She hesitated for half a second before striding toward her, chin lifted with quiet confidence.


    “Well, look at that. After all these years, here we are again.”


    Jolene scoffed, a sharp breath of amusementced with ice.


    She didn’t stop. Didn’t even spare Leah a second nce. Instead, she pivoted on her heel and walked away.


    Leah, unfazed, quickened her pace to match.


    “Did youe alone? I can give you a ride—”


    Her words cut off as a sleek ck Mercedes S-ss pulled up to the curb, its tinted window gliding down with smooth precision. Waldo’s face emerged from the dim interior.


    Jolene cocked an eyebrow and flicked a nce at Leah, who stood frozen in ce, stunned.


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