ELLA

I stood by the gate and watched as students trooped into the school compound, everyone seemingly excited for the beginning of the school year. My thoughts shifted to Langdon, and I pondered what the odds would’ve been if things had taken a different route.

The gates had been cleaned and repainted. It had been done so neatly that if I hadn’t been at the scene, I would never have believed something that gruesome had happened here.

It reminded me of how fickle life actually was. For all our struggles and all the strife we felt, it was so easy to be here one day and gone the next—all because...