Nora’s POV

“I just need the charger.”

That was all I said when I pushed Miles’s door open without knocking. I should have knocked. I never knocked anymore and that was the first mistake.

Miles Cole. Twenty four. My stepbrother for three years. He never moved out after Mom married his dad and I never asked him to. He looked up from his desk like he had been waiting for me to walk in.

Then I saw the wall.

My entire week was printed and pinned above his monitor. Monday through Friday. Lecture times. Lab. The exact gap between my last class and the time Mom’s car pulled into the...