showed up at his apartment asking if the bracelet had been found,” Brendan’s friend chuckled.
More laughter filled the room, turning my stomach.
They remembered convincing me Brendan was comatose after emergency surgery, sending me to a chapel where I spent the entire night praying.
Then they mentioned the false plagiarism accusation during my final semester at university.
I had spent endless hours trying to prove my innocence and ended up missing my own graduation ceremony.
I had always believed those disasters were terrible coincidences or bad luck. Whenever I