This can't be happening. The door creaks, but I don't pay any attention to it.
"You found something that will help?" Daphne's excitement is obvious, but trails off as her question ends. She must have seen my face. "Mona?" she asks. I hold my phone out in her direction and she takes it without saying another word. I'm not surprised. She knows better than anyone how to read my non-verbal cues. Sometimes, I find it hard to believe we've only known one another since the start of the academy year and no longer. She's made me complete in a way that no romantic partner ever could.
"Oh no," she whispers.
"What am I going to do?" This goes far beyond feeling guilty. I want him free for other reasons too.
"You mean what are we going to do," she corrects. "We're not going to let you go through th
