The old uniform had been transformed into something beautiful—elegant, graceful, and unmistakably hers.
And the little badge gleamed against her chest.
When we entered the gym, conversations stopped.
People stared.
But this time, Wren didn’t shrink.
Then Chloe walked over.
Chloe was the kind of girl who seemed to believe the entire school belonged to her. She looked Wren up and down and smirked.
“Wow,” she said loudly. “That’s actually kind of pathetic.”
Wren said nothing.
Chloe stepped closer.
“You really made your whole personality about having a dead cop for a dad?”
The room went quiet.
“He’s probably watching you right now and feeling embarrassed.”
Wren’s face tightened.
Then Chloe raised her cup.
“Let me fix it.”
