(Lucy’s POV)
Seven days.
That is the amount of time that has passed since the suspension letter arrived on my desk like a death sentence.
It has been seven days since Amelia Wolfe's hotel door clicked shut behind her.
Since then, I had not spoken to anyone. Even though Adrian's name appeared on the phone every morning and night like an unavoidable reminder, I hadn't picked up his calls. Before listening, I erased all of the voicemails. His voice was not something I wanted to hear. I didn't want to recall how at ease I felt.
Every day, I felt more and more confined by the walls of my hotel room. I felt so alone and guilty that I was having trouble breathing. I packed my things, called a cab, and returned to school that morning.
The campus looked the same, but I didn’t. Students mov
