Selena POV: At Home Studying For The Nursing Exam.
"No, I don't care if he has a degree from Oxford. If he breathes on my neck one more time, I will punch him in the face."
I slammed the textbook shut, nearly knocking over my coffee. My so-called tutor flinched from across the table, eyes wide like I'd grown a second head.
"Sorry," I muttered, not meaning it. "We're done for today. You can leave."
He stammered something in French and practically tripped over his bag on the way out. I didn’t care. I had bigger problems than calculus.
I sat back, letting the silence settle around me. The apartment felt wrong without her. Katarina was supposed to be here, curled up on the couch beside me with flashcards, arguing over lab values, laughing at stupid mnemonics. We were meant to study for t
