By the time I realized it, the sun was already sinking, bleeding into the horizon like someone spilled paint across the sky. I was lounging with the guys near the quad, half-listening to their banter about the upcoming hockey game. Laughter bounced around me, but my mind felt sluggish, weighed down by something I couldn’t name.
Then suddenly, it hit me.
Oh s**t. I hadn’t called Skylar. Not once. Not even a text. Not even a reply to hers.
“s**t,” I muttered under my breath, the word sharp enough to slice through the air.
Ethan stopped mid-sentence. “What?”
But I was already on my feet, brushing off the grass. “I gotta go,” I said, not even bothering to explain.
Phones are supposed to be lifesavers, right? Mine felt like a curse as I pulled it out, thumb jabbing Skylar’s name. Once. T
