My Golden-Child Sister Framed Me for Cheating to Get My Scholarship Pulled — She Didn’t Know I’d Spent Four Years Studying Digital Forensics

Instead, I reached under my gown, and I drew out the sealed white envelope, and I handed it across the podium to Dean Harrow.

“Dean Harrow,” I said.

“Would you do me the favor of reading the first page aloud?”

Stephanie’s bright, triumphant smile began, very slightly, to twitch.

And down in the row, my father lurched to his feet.

“Jessica,” he said, in the low warning voice I had obeyed my whole life.