The campus was buzzing long before the first class even started.

Whispers clung to the hallways like humidity—heavy, sticky, impossible to ignore. People were clustered in small groups, phones out, eyes wide, waiting for something. Or maybe someone.

And then Michelle arrived.

She stormed through the main gate with the kind of energy that made people instinctively step aside. Her hair was unbrushed, her eyes red, her uniform wrinkled as if she hadn’t slept at all. One hand clutched her bag; the other protectively hovered over her barely showing stomach.

But what stood out wasn’t her appearance.

It was the fury simmering under her skin.

“WHERE IS SHE!?” she shouted,...