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“What happened? Where’s Lucas?”
“He’s safe. But we need you to see this.”
It was security footage—timestamped from earlier that morning.
It showed the front gate of the school, then the hallway outside Lucas’s classroom. At first, just the usual bustle of students and teachers.
Then something that made my stomach twist.
A woman in a hoodie and sunglasses walked straight down the hallway—no visitor badge, no checking in at the front desk. She moved like she belonged. She passed by Lucas’s classroom and slipped inside during the early minutes of homeroom.
Seconds later, the teacher stepped out to take a phone call.
Then the woman emerged again—this time without the hood. The camera caught a clear glimpse of her face.
My jaw dropped.
It was Stephanie.
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