Selena's POV
I hadn’t read a damn word. “s**t,” I muttered, flipping the same page again for the fifth time.
The words just swam. Nothing stuck.
It was anatomy. Or was it psych?
Didn’t matter.
I needed Katarina.
She was the brain. The reason we even studied nursing. She used to sit beside me, tapping her pen, rolling her eyes, saying, “No, dummy, that’s the liver.”
Now?
I didn’t even know if she was alive.
I slammed the book shut and leaned back on my couch, staring at the ceiling. My chest felt tight. My mouth tasted like old coffee and panic.
I didn’t sleep last night. I just scrolled news and Twitter, looking for any hint. Any clue.
Nothing.
Knock knock knock.
I froze.
Another knock.
I stood slowly. Barefoot. No weapon. Regret already crawling up my spine.
I tiptoed to t
