I walked into class that morning with my decision fixed like a stone in my chest, the goal was to find Joan, and get answers. If it means I had to search every hallway and knock on every hostel door, I would. The question about Jeile’s sudden change had been buzzing under my skin all night; it wouldn’t leave me alone.
I didn’t need to look far. Joan sat where she always did, the corner of the lecture hall that felt like a small island to her. She had her notebook open, dark curls tucked neatly behind one ear. Seeing her there felt like finding a familiar landmark in a strange town; relief warmed through me so quickly my knees felt a little unsteady.
I dropped into the seat beside her before anyone could, leaning in close. “Joan,” I whispered. My voice felt too loud in the quiet row. She
