CHAPTER 19
The main art studio held a scattering of highly productive students. Seb was not one of them. He’d been staring at the blank canvas in front of him for what felt like hours, when he got a text from David to call by his office when he got the chance. He put down his pencil with a sigh of relief. It was impossible to be creative when his insides were all churned up like curdled milk.
He walked quickly across the quad, his hands tucked into the pockets of his fleecy jacket. Emilia hadn’t been home for dinner the previous night, even though she’d taken the time to cook. She was clearly avoiding him. He understood, since his first instinct after he’d screwed everything up had been to avoid her too. But how the hell was he supposed to make it up to her if she wouldn’t talk t
