I thought I knew her. Alice. My friend. But now... I'm not so sure. There were cracks I never saw, whispers I chose to ignore. Her death wasn't just tragic-it was a question I can't stop asking: Why? Everyone has their stories-rumors wrapped in pity or blame-but none of them fit. The truth hides in shadows, in secrets I'm just beginning to uncover. I'm haunted not only by what happened, but by what I missed. By what I refused to see. And the deeper I look, the darker it gets. Because sometimes the person you thought you knew... Is the last one you should've
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