Nora’s POV

“You have a window.”

That was all the text said at 11:32 on Friday. I was still in the lecture hall packing my bag. I already knew what it meant. 11:40 to 1:15. The gap I had never paid attention to until I saw it circled on his wall.

I left the building without talking to anyone. I drove home faster than I should have. The front door was unlocked the way I left it. Miles’s bedroom door was open.

He was sitting at the desk with the timetable right above his head. He did not turn around when I walked in.

“You have fifty five minutes,” he...