At first, Daisy didn’t notice the changes.

It started small—tiny things she brushed off because she trusted Jordan and the rhythm they’d built. He was still calling, still sending the occasional photo from practice or a sleepy “good morning” text. But slowly, almost without her realizing, the spaces between those moments stretched wider.

One Thursday evening, she sat at her dorm desk, laptop open, waiting for his face to appear on the screen. Her roommate, Alina, was across the room folding laundry, humming to herself. Daisy had been glancing at her phone every couple of minutes, the clock on her laptop screen ticking past their usual call time.

Jordan’s name...