Harper

The pale winter sun of early morning barely illuminated the frozen ground. Snow clung stubbornly to the trees and rooftops, dusting the campus in a fragile, delicate white. It was beautiful in a quiet, almost mournful way—but I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy it.

I wasn’t happy about returning to the academy so soon.

If it had been up to me, I would have already confronted my parents abou