Chapter 22

Harper

It was already 7:45 a.m. by the time I stepped out of my dorm, the late morning light spilling weakly across the courtyard. My sneakers crunched over the thin layer of frost, but I barely felt the cold. My mind was still trapped in the remnants of that dream.

It clung to me like a second skin—every sound, every shadow, every word echoing in the back of my skull. I couldn’t shake it, no matt