Chapter 4

Half an hour later, Mom walked in, but this time she didn't have that fierce, intimidating vibe.

She wore a plain white T-shirt and jeans, her hair tied in a loose bun.

When she stepped inside, she glanced at me—a look that said, "Don't be scared."

Then she turned to the dean, bowed politely, and spoke in a calm, respectful voice.

"Hi, I'm Anna Lane's mom."

The dean ran through the whole story again, emphasizing the witnesses and hard evidence.

Mom didn't say a word until he finished.

"I believe in my daughter."

Her voice was firm, no room for…