HAZEL POV
Winter grabbed a crying Mila by the collar of her jacket and forcefully dragged her out the door. Mila was failing her introductory economics module, and the professor’s mandatory makeup lecture was the only thing standing between her and academic probation.
"Don't stay up too late, Haze," Winter called over her shoulder, waving her notebook. "Lock the bolt behind us."
"I will," I promised, closing the door and turning the lock with a sharp click.
I walked over to my desk, picked up my phone, and dialed the one number that always grounded me.
"Hazel," my mom’s warm, cheerful voice echoed through the speaker. "How is everything over there? Are you eating well? Are your classes going okay?"
"Everything is perfect, Mom," I lied smoothly, leaning back in my chair and staring up
