Chapter Twenty-Four
Mia The first week of classes has been a whirlwind. Dorm hallways buzzing, professors throwing deadlines at me, new faces everywhere. And yet, through all of it, Liam is a constant. Not physically, of course—he’s three states away—but in every text, every call, every video chat. Tonight, I’m lying on my bed, laptop perched on my knees, earbuds in, listening to him talk about his day. He’s been working in the garage again, tinkering with the old truck, and I can hear the clink of tools in the background. “I swear, if that thing explodes, I’m blaming you,” I say, laughing. He grins, a little sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” “Sure you do,” I tease. We settle into our routine—half jokes, half serious talk about schedules, assignments, and life. It’s comforting, grounding
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