Chapter 4

My hands shook as I clicked on the zip file.

The first file was a detailed network address trace report.

It showed that the account posting and bumping the thread that had torn me apart had logged in from the dorm next to mine, which was Sophie's room, and it listed the exact computer and the exact phone model.

I let out a cold laugh.

So the depression episode and the emergency trip to the infirmary had actually been a girl playing keyboard warrior in her own dorm.

Then I opened the second folder, and it held dozens of high…