The dorm was too quiet for her to sleep. Rows of bunks lined the walls, shadows stretched long in the moonlight. Every creak of the old wooden frame made her freeze, listening to the heavy breathing of a dozen boys and girls all packed into the same room.

She rolled onto her side, trying not to think about how strange it felt to share a space like this. No curtains. No privacy. Just thin blankets and the hope that everyone else was too tired to notice her restless tossing.

But then she felt it. A movement. Not hers. The mattress shifted, the blanket tugged, and a warm weight pressed close...