Tunnel Vision

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Summary

When Nora Raith returns home on a storm-soaked night, she carries more than a fresh wound and the weight of grief—she carries a secret. The girl found dead by Creakwood Lake was not just a classmate from St. Blackwood Academy, but someone Nora hated, someone who tried to fracture her future. Yet as the police close in, Nora hides evidence that could unravel her carefully built life but at the same time questions her own safety in what was once a simple small town. At the Raith family mansion, shadows of wealth and power conceal deeper cracks. Her parents’ watchful eyes, her twin brother’s sharp intuition, and the media frenzy brewing outside threaten to expose her truth. But Nora is not the only one with secrets. The victim’s death is only the beginning of a web of lies, betrayal, and obsession that stretches back further than anyone dares admit. As Nora is drawn into a dangerous game of love and suspicion torn between a romance she cannot trust and a family legacy she cannot escape, she realizes survival depends on one thing: controlling the story before the story controls her. Because in St. Blackwood Academy, nothing is what it seems, and the line between enemy, lover, and killer blurs with every step closer to the truth.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
2
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Chapter 1 : Never saw it coming

“Yes, I knew her.”

The officer adjusted the blanket around my shoulders, shaking me gently as if to pull me back into the world. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been silent. With a sigh, he closed his notepad and walked off toward his partner, leaving me on the edge of the ambulance, feet dangling, mind unraveling.

I was soaked through, rainwater dripping down my face. The cut on my foot bled through the fresh bandage the paramedics had just wrapped, but I barely felt it. Not the cold, not the pain. All I could think about was her.

The one I hated most. The one I could never stand to look at. And now, she lay in front of me, my body drenched in rain, hers in blood.

Her eyes stared back, open but empty. She would never wake up. As the officers pulled the black plastic sheet over her, something in me snapped. I rushed forward. They thought I was a grieving friend, desperate for one last goodbye. But my hands moved with purpose, tugging at the pocket of her jacket until I slipped the tag free.

Cold letters stared back at me through the smeared plastic:

Nora Raith

St. Blackwood Academy