The sky over Newford was painfully blue, endless and unfamiliar. The air carried the scent of freedom, mixed with loneliness.
Debby's mother didn't stay long enough to help her adjust to the new environment. She only met her briefly, tossed her a year's worth of living expenses, then hurried off to take care of her younger son.
Dragging a simple suitcase behind her, Debby stood at the entrance of the design academy and took a deep breath.
There were no sycamore trees here like at Minton University, no familiar noise, and no Ethan.
No one left who could break her heart.
Debby threw herself completely into her studies, almost obsessively, as if trying to make up for the three wasted years and all the love she'd given to the wrong person.
She spent every day going back and forth between
