REINA

Was this actually a coincidence?

I told myself yes. I forced myself to believe it as I followed Philip White into the lecture hall with the rest of the class, but something about it sat wrong in my chest. Not sharp enough to panic over. Not clear enough to name. Just there. Lingering.

Unsettling.

I slid into my seat at the middle row and placed my bag down slowly, my fingers brushing against the watch on my wrist. The one Celestino had given me.

Tracker. Panic button.

I had wanted to laugh it off in the car. I was not laughing now because nothing about my situation was funny....