Chapter Three

That night, rain pattered quietly on the dorm windows, a subdued cadence that complemented Lana's steady heartbeat. It was quiet on campus, the kind of silence that precedes tests and farewells. Her laptop was open as she sat on her bed, idly going over her notes.

Her gaze, however, strayed to her phone every few minutes. Not a message. No phone call. Since their last meal two nights ago, Ethan has not been in contact.

He was simply busy, she reminded herself. However, the quiet was heavier than it ought to be. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Ethan was standing there when she...