Iris didn’t have class.
She checked her timetable once, then again, just to be sure.
Nothing.
She thought about going to the health center anyway. Just to not sit around doing nothing.
But she didn’t.
She stayed in her room, sitting on her bed with her back against the wall, her phone resting in her hand.
She wasn’t doing anything with it.
Just holding it.
Her screen lit up.
She looked down—
And picked almost immediately.
“Hi.”
“I was about to hang up,” the woman said, her voice warm in that easy, familiar way.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would have, actually.”
“You’re lying.”
A soft laugh came through the line.
“Maybe.”
Iris smiled, shifting slightly on the bed.
“How are you?” she asked.
“I’m good. You?”
“I’m fine.”
“You sound too calm.”
“I’m just sitting.”
“Mhm. Doing noth
