“…and that’s why Rousseau believed man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains.”

I stared at the whiteboard, but none of it was sinking in. My laptop was filled with paragraphs, but barely any of them had anything to do with Social Philosophy.

Chains, huh, I muttered under my breath.

My mind was crowded. The plan. The act. The way Cole sometimes looked at me like none of this was scripted. And just yesterday—I caught Emily on the phone with Edward. Talking like nothing happened. Like they didn’t almost get exposed in the explosion I set off.

Prof. Arandia suddenly stopped pacing. “Miss Smith,” he said, looking directly...