Days turned into weeks, and weeks slipped by until two full months had passed. School had taken on a rhythm of its own—morning lectures, group discussions, assignments, and quiet evenings. Mia’s friendship with Eleanor had deepened. Among her peers, Eleanor was the closest. They worked on assignments together, shared quiet lunches, and occasionally hung out after lectures.
Yet somehow, Christian had never crossed paths with this Eleanor. Despite Mia mentioning her constantly, and even Raven casually bringing her up, Christian had never once seen the mysterious woman. It bothered him. No one else had ever met her, and she had no digital footprint—nothing on the university’s portal, no social media presence, not even a registration photo. Eleanor Hart had become a ghost he couldn’t catch.
