POV: Mina (Age 17)
I slammed my dorm room door and locked it, then pressed my back against the wood while trying to catch my breath.
My hands were shaking as I looked down at my torn shirt. The binding was visible through the ripped fabric, stark white against my skin. If Logan had looked for even one more second, if I hadn't grabbed the fabric in time, he would have seen it clearly.
He would have known.
I moved to the small mirror above my desk and carefully peeled off the ruined shirt. The binding was still secure, wrapped tightly around my chest the way I'd done it that morning. But seeing it exposed like this, knowing how close I'd come to discovery, made my stomach turn with fear.
I grabbed a new binding from my bag and started wrapping it even tighter than before, my hands shaki
