Jules POV
The library's fourth floor is my sanctuary now. Nobody comes up here except during finals week, and even then, they stick to the study rooms near the stairs.
I've claimed a corner table behind the theology section. The books smell like dust and old paper, and the fluorescent lights flicker overhead, but it's quiet. Nobody looks for me here.
I spread my textbooks across the table, trying to focus on my economics reading. The words blur together after my shift at the diner ended at two AM and the one at the campus bookstore started at six.
My phone sits face-down beside my notebook. I haven't looked at it since the photo came through last night.
Adrian with Veronica. Her hand on his arm. Him standing there letting it happen.
I should delete it. Should block the number. Should
