Jules POV
The campus security guard checks his watch for the third time in five minutes.
"You've got twenty more minutes, Miss Rowan," he says, not bothering to hide his impatience. "Then I lock up the building."
I nod without looking at him, continuing to fold clothes into the cardboard boxes Maya brought from the campus bookstore. Everything I own has to fit into four boxes and two duffle bags. Twenty years of life reduced to what can be carried in one trip.
"This is insane," Maya mutters, throwing my textbooks into a box with more force than necessary. "Your dad seriously had security escort you to pack?"
"Apparently I'm a security risk now," I say, holding up the student athletic liaison badge I've worn proudly for two years. The plastic feels flimsy between my fingers.
The guard
