That video was spreading fast. And with each share, each screenshot, each group chat reaction, the narrative was quietly rewriting itself.
Stan Harrison wasn't a predator. Stan Harrison was a man who'd been framed by a jealous nobody. And the nobody was currently facing a defamation lawsuit with video evidence.
The tide was turning. Slowly, but unmistakably.
He met Zack for lunch at the cafeteria. They grabbed their usual spot near the windows and settled into the comfortable, undemanding rhythm of two friends who didn't need conversation to enjoy each other's company.
Halfway through his meal, Stan's phone buzzed.
A message from Sarah. He read through it silently.
She was updating him on the lawsuit. Quinn had been formally served that morning, the court summons had been delivered to his dormitory, signed for in front of his roommate, which meant the entire floor would know about it by sundown.
