As a high school counselor, Sarah Miller, I stood at the PTA meeting, ready to discuss college preparedness. It should have been a routine night.
But then Tiffany Hayes, bright smile, clear voice, spoke: "Ms. Miller, about those optional after-school college essay workshops..."
A cold dread seized me. I knew this moment.
Tiffany's insidious campaign had, in my past life, systematically destroyed me.
She'd publicly shamed me, whispering accusations of bribery ruining my career.
Her cruelty had shattered Emily, a brilliant student, driving her to a suicide attempt.

 
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