SELENE
The history lecture hall felt warm and stuffy that afternoon. I sat in my usual seat near the middle row with my notebook open on the desk in front of me.
Professor Harlan stood at the front of the room talking about old pack alliances. I tried to write down the important points. I tried to keep my pen moving and my eyes forward.
But my mind kept sliding away from the lesson and back to last night. I shifted in my chair and made myself focus. Around me, students wrote quietly or leaned toward each other in low whispers, everything looked normal. I took a slow breath and picked up my pen again.
Just then a girl sitting next to me leaned over. "Sorry," she whispered. "Can I borrow a pencil? Mine broke."
"Sure." I reached into my case and held one out.
Her fingers brushed again
