Jules POV
The dining hall doors feel heavier than they should.
I stand outside for a full minute, watching students stream in and out with their lunch trays. Normal people doing normal things. Nobody is staring at them, whispering about them, hating them.
"You can do this," I whisper.
Maya offered to come with me, but I need to prove I can exist on campus alone. That I'm not completely broken.
Even if I feel like I am.
I pull open the door and step inside.
The noise comes first. Hundreds of conversations, laughter, silverware clattering. Then the smell of food makes my stomach growl so loudly I'm sure everyone can hear it.
I haven't had a real meal in three days. Can't afford it now that Dad cut off my meal plan supplement.
But I scraped together enough cash for one plate of somet
