SUMMER
The next few days settled into a strange rhythm.
That was the only word for it — strange. Not bad. Not good. Just — adjusted. Like the floor of my life had been tilted by ten degrees and I was learning to walk on the new slope without falling over.
The rumors at school did not die. They evolved.
By Wednesday, the consensus in the corridor had shifted. The mystery girl that everyone was obsessing about — the unnamed her that Maddox had told Logan to stay away from — had been definitively, exhaustively, breathlessly identified.
It was Camille.
Camille had spent the entire week working it. She had taken the gossip and pruned it like a topiary, shaping it into the version she wanted. She wore Maddox's name like a perfume. She referenced the party in conversations she would otherwi
