Emily’s POV

"Send my belongings to the dorm," I said, my voice cold and sharp as glass as I stood outside the diner. "Have dispatch drop them off. I don't want to see your face ever again."

Before Daniel could even open his mouth to answer, I turned on my heel, unlocked my sedan, and slammed the door shut.

I hit the gas pedal, leaving him standing near the curb with that white toxicology report still crumpled in his hand.

Friday Morning, 9:00 AM

The next morning, the sun barely broke through the heavy grey clouds over Bellmont.

I was sitting on the edge of my dorm bed, holding a...