I left Skylar’s dorm with a stupid grin on my face.
It wasn’t until the door clicked shut behind me and I was halfway down the hallway that I realized I was still smiling at myself— it was the kind of grin you try to hide because if anyone saw it, they’d ask questions you weren’t ready to answer.
And God knows I was certainly not in that mood to answer questions right now.
The air outside was crisp, with the faint bite of early evening in it. My hands were shoved in my hoodie pocket, my stride slow, unhurried. I could still smell her room on me — the faint scent of fabric softener and the lavender perfume she used. The scent was weet, but not in a way that smacked you in the face like that of people like Tara. Nah, it wasn't. Rather, it was subtle. Like her.
I rounded the corner towar
