Abigail’s POV
The library’s quiet hum is a comforting contrast to the chaos of the day. I sit at my usual spot, tucked away in the back corner, my books and notebooks spread out in front of me.
Despite the calm, my thoughts are anything but peaceful. I try to focus on my math homework, but the numbers blur together on the page. No matter how hard I try, my mind keeps circling back to the same thing—Nathan.
His presence feels inescapable, like a shadow I can’t outrun. Even now, the thought of him stirs an uneasy mix of anger and something else I can’t quite name.
I press the eraser of my pencil against my temple and close my eyes, willing myself to concentrate. But before I can refocus, the sound of a chair scraping against the floor startles me.
I glance up to see Luca settling into
