Bethany hurried down the stairs, her pulse racing at the sound of Jason's terrified screams. The dim hallway lights flickered as her frantic steps echoed against the stairs.

At the foot of the stairs, Jason lay motionless. It was as if he had fallen—or worse, been pushed. A chill ran through her as she took in the scene.

Her heart pounded against her ribs as she rushed to him, her voice breaking. “Jason! Jason!”

His forehead was bleeding. With trembling hands, she cradled him. “Who…who did this to you?” Her scream tore through the silence, raw and desperate.

A moment later, hurried footsteps thundered down the stairs. Kate and Dean...