(Roxie)
I don’t like things I can’t explain.
And right now… Clara Stone was one of them.
I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, my eyes drifting from the front of the lecture hall to where she sat.
Same seat as always.
Same quiet posture.
Same “I don’t want attention” energy she carried like a shield.
But something about her wasn’t adding up.
It hadn’t since the first day.
At first, I thought she was just nervous. A lot of people were. This was med school, not some playground. Pressure got to people quickly.
But Clara?
She wasn’t nervous.
She was… distracted.
And not the normal kind.
Not the “I didn’t study enough” distraction.
The kind where your body reacts before your brain catches up.
I narrowed my eyes slightly as Professor Hart’s voice filled the room.
Calm. Co
