8
Eli’s POV
I noticed something was off before I even had the chance to ask.
She didn’t look at me during class. Not once. Usually, I could count on a glance, but today, her eyes skimmed past me like I wasn’t even there.
At first, I thought I’d done something wrong. Maybe she was tired. Maybe I crossed a line during our last night together. I replayed it in my head too many times, trying to pinpoint the mistake.
After class, I waited. Hung back while the others left. She was gathering her notes in silence.
“Hey,” I said.
She flinched. Just slightly. Then looked up. “Eli. You shouldn’t be here.”
The words felt like a punch in the gut.
I stepped closer. “Did I do something?”
She shook her head. “No. It’s not you.”
“Then what?”
She looked around, then walked to the door and close
