Chapter 4

When I opened my eyes again, I saw the girl who had struck Freddie Taylor.

“Who are you?” My voice was still hoarse.

The girl, with dimples on her cheeks, smiled brightly.

She placed a sheet of music in front of me that I recognized instantly—it was the very tune Zelene Mackenzie had plagiarized.

“I’m Sybil Gibson, and I’m also the one who’s been texting you these past few days,” she said.

I was stunned.

Her?

But why?

She continued, “Don’t you remember me? It was years ago…”

As she spoke, she gestured with her hands, then pointed to her…