Jules POV
Maya spreads brochures across her desk like a fan of cards.
"Look at these." She taps one with her finger. "UNC Wilmington has a great sociology program. And it's by the beach."
I touch the stitches above my eyebrow. They itch constantly. "What are you doing?"
"Research. For you." She pulls out another brochure. "Or NC State. Bigger school, easier to disappear. Fresh start."
"Maya…"
"Just hear me out." She sits beside me on the couch. "You could transfer. Leave Westfield behind. Go somewhere nobody knows what happened."
The idea sounds impossible. Like suggesting I fly to the moon.
"I can't transfer."
"Why not? Your credits would carry over. You could finish your degree somewhere else. Somewhere safe."
"I can't afford it."
"There's financial aid. Scholarships. We'd fig
