The bus ride had been long, and by the time they arrived at the resort, the night was thick and quiet, except for the low hum of excitement from the students. Annabelle stepped off the bus, her designer suitcases rolling behind her. The cool night air hit her face, and she took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weird tension she felt. Flavia and Joy were already off the bus, stretching and laughing about something. Annabelle forced a smile, but her eyes were scanning the crowd.
And then she saw him.
Fynn.
He was standing a few feet away, his back to her, talking to some guys from their class. Annabelle’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t seen him in months, when she saw him at he hospital. He looked taller now, his shoulders broader, but she’d recognize that messy brown hair anywher
