The morning sun streamed through the high windows of the girls' dorm, casting a warm, golden glow over the vanity desk. Bella stood in front of the mirror, a light hum escaping her lips as she carefully applied a touch of lip gloss. Her hair was perfectly styled, and for the first time in months, the heavy, dark shadow that usually clouded her expression was entirely gone. She couldn't help the bright smile that kept tugging at the corners of her lips every time she recalled the warm water of the bath, the destruction of the violet mark, and the sound of Ethan's low chuckle.
Molly sat cross-legged on her own bed, a mug of coffee cradled in her hands. She had been quietly observing her roommate for the past twenty minutes, her eyes narrowing with every cheerful hum.
"Okay, spill," Molly s
