Those who inflict hurt never truly understand just how much pain they cause. Cross would never grasp that.
On the day of new‑student recruitment, he sat beside Camilla and tapped a finger against Hayden's application form.
"Look at this. Just like you, he's come all the way here from a small town. Wonder if he'll even know how to use a student ID card when he arrives, huh?" He chuckled, thinking he had made a witty little joke. Then, right there in front of everyone, he retold the story of how confused Camilla herself had been when she first arrived, fumbling to figure out how the campus card worked.
It was the truth. Camilla could not deny that. Yet hearing it thrown out like this still made her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Wanting to escape the awkwardness as fast as possible, sh
