Emily’s POV

By the time my last lecture ended at two o’clock, my nerves were completely shredded. I couldn't focus on a single word the professor said. All I could see every time I blinked was Daniel’s text message burning into my brain: Don't be late to work. See you in my office this afternoon.

I packed my laptop into my tote bag with shaking hands, desperate to slip out through the side exit of the humanities building and disappear.

"Emily! Hey, wait up!"

My heart dropped into my stomach. I turned around just as my classmate Sarah caught up to me in the crowded hallway, her eyes wide with...