ALESSIA
Three days passed in the strange suspended quality of a life pretending to be ordinary while everyone around me watched a single man without letting him know he was being watched.
I went to class in the north wing, exactly as planned, Liang's advanced portfolio track absorbing me into a small cohort of six students whose talent made the work itself, at least, a genuine distraction. I went to Carter's Tuesday session and Thursday ice time and did not once see Devon Voss in any hallway, any office, any corner of campus, and the not-seeing him felt worse than seeing him would have — a threat rendered abstract, unlocatable, which meant it could be anywhere.
It was Aiden who finally called the meeting, Friday evening, and this time it was not the four of them and me in an apartment k
