For ten years, Elara Whitmore was like a ghost to the people she once went to high school with.
A shy, awkward girl who sat alone at lunch, avoided group photos, and endured endless whispered insults.
The four ringleaders—Brennan, Sawyer, Callum, and Lyle—dubbed her the “class loser,” a title they wore like a joke and she carried like a bruise.
Now, a decade later, they were planning a final encore.
The 10-year reunion was to be held at Seattle’s lavish Cascadia Grand Estate—an event designed to flaunt status, careers, and carefully crafted adulthood.
A few days before the convention, the four conspirators exchanged emails, mocking the idea of inviting Elara.
“He probably still lives with his parents.”
“I bet he’ll come in wearing the same jacket from the thrift store.”
“People should know who protected them,” he said earlier that evening.
