TOM
I watched as Alyssa and Pamela hurried out of the university, their expressions serious. I wanted to call out to Alyssa, to talk to her, but they seemed too preoccupied to notice me. I sighed, feeling a sense of frustration. Why did she have to be so distant?
As I turned back toward my phone, I noticed it was ringing. The screen lit up with Elvie’s name, and I frowned. I hesitated for a moment before answering. “What do you want, Elvie? I’m tired.”
“Tom, where are you?” she asked, her voice shaky and tearful.
“I’m at the university,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to see you. I’ll come to your dorm. Please, we need to talk!” Then she hung up abruptly. I stared at my phone, my mind racing. What could she want?
I couldn’t shake the nagging feelin
