SUMMER'S POV
I didn't go home.
Instead I stood outside the club for a long moment, thumb hovering over my phone, before I typed out a quick message to Felix. He was my only resort. George and Kingsley won't let me be, until I tell them where I am: " I will be out for a while. Won't be back till midnight. But I'm fine."
It wasn't entirely a lie. I wasn't fine, not really, but I wasn't in immediate danger either, and that felt close enough to the truth to send.
The campus was nearly empty when I got there — weekend quiet, the kind of stillness I hadn't realized I needed until I was standing in the middle of it. No lecture halls buzzing, no crowds cutting across the quad. Just wind moving through empty benches and the distant sound of a sprinkler system somewhere I couldn't see.
I found
