CHAPTER 10
HANNAH~
The lecture hall is too cold and too bright and the professor has been talking for forty minutes about a chapter I did not read.
I sit in the back row of summer session with a cracked phone in my lap and a campus ID that still feels fake in my pocket. Coach Mark sent the building and also sent the room number. I showed up because housing and the roster both live on the same piece of paper now.
I cannot focus.
Every time I sit still the bond starts up again, that low stupid pull under my ribs that won’t shut up no matter how many times I tell it to. Colton’s clean soap smell is still stuck in my head from this morning. Sienna’s perfume is stuck under it.
Around me, actual students take notes. A guy two seats over is already asleep. A girl by the window keeps checkin
