Chapter 40

Maeve’s POV

I hunched over the small desk I’d crammed into the corner of our living room, my textbooks splayed out like a chaotic battlefield.

Notes were scribbled in margins, highlighters running dry, and my laptop screen glaring back at me with endless tabs of study guides.

Finals were just a week away, and my brain felt like mush—overloaded with facts on media ethics, investigative techniques,