LOGINLiana’s POVThe rain hasn’t stopped since last night. It drums against the dorm window, soft and relentless, as if the sky refuses to stop crying for me.I sit at my desk, the lamplight flickering over the open pages of my notebook, but my mind is far away replaying every word Axel said before he disappeared again.“Stay away from this, Liana. It’s not your fight.”But it is. It’s always been my fight.Ever since the night I saw that envelope in his hand the one with my name written in the same ink as my father’s last letter I haven’t been able to breathe properly. There’s something he’s hiding, something that ties both of us to the same shadow.A knock startles me. I slam my notebook shut.“Liana?” It’s Eva, my roommate, voice cautious. “You okay? You didn’t come to breakfast.”“I’m fine,” I lie, even though I know she can hear the tremor in my voice.She hesitates at the door. “He’s not worth it, you know. Whoever’s making you lose sleep”But she doesn’t finish, because she know
Liana’s POVRain again. It always seemed to follow me now soft, steady, relentless.The streets outside St. Vincent’s glistened under flickering streetlights, and every car that passed sent cold mist against my skin.Axel was gone.And somehow, even with half the city searching for him, I knew he was still close.Riza wanted me to stay in the dorms, but I couldn’t. Not when everything we’d uncovered led back to one place: NovaGene Solutions.The same name printed on the scholarship letters, the same logo that used to flash on Axel’s ID card before the school claimed it was “a design error.”I clutched the envelope Dalia had given me — documents she’d printed before the school server mysteriously went down. Inside were payment receipts, student ID numbers, and a list of “data donors.” My name was on that list. So was Axel’s.My throat tightened. They’d been tracking us long before we met.The bus hissed to a stop at the downtown plaza. I pulled my hood tighter and stepped off. NovaGen
Liana’s POVBy morning, my name was trending across the student forum.> “Liana Lane vanished and came back barefoot.”“Axel Knight’s girlfriend part of the cover-up?”Rumors spread faster than wildfire, and I was the fuel.Riza tried to get me to stay inside, but the walls of our dorm felt like a cage. I needed to do something. Axel was still locked away for something he didn’t do, and Cameron’s warning kept looping in my head:> You don’t understand how deep this goes.I slipped out before sunrise. The air was cold, sharp with mist, and every shadow looked like it might reach out and grab me. But I wasn’t scared anymore—just determined.The first place I went was the journalism department. If there was anyone who could help me trace that anonymous “Director,” it was Dalia Tran, the school’s nosiest reporter. She found me first, though.“Lane,” she said, leaning against the doorframe, coffee in hand. “You look like a headline.”“Not now, Dalia.”She raised a brow. “I heard about your
Liana’s POVThe campus was too quiet at night.Every sound — the rustle of leaves, the squeak of my sneakers on wet ground — made me flinch. I’d told Riza I was “just going for air,” but she knew me too well. I could feel her worry even from here.The library loomed ahead, its gothic arches half-swallowed by moonlight.Behind it was the old courtyard — the place people only used during daylight.10:02 p.m.I hesitated, checking the message again:> If you want the truth about Axel, come alone.Every sensible thought screamed that it was a bad idea. But Axel had defended me when no one else did. The least I could do was try to find out why he was really arrested.A shadow moved near the benches. I froze.“Liana?”The voice was low, uncertain.I stepped closer — and gasped. “Cameron?”He looked… different. Not the cocky grin he wore on the field, not the sneer from that leaked video. Just tired. His eyes darted around before landing on me.“You came alone?” he asked.“Yes,” I said. “Wha
The sound of the police car stayed in my head long after it disappeared.I didn’t even realize I’d been standing in the rain again until a cold drop slid down my neck. Around me, people were still whispering, filming, speculating — like the whole thing was just another episode of their favorite show.But this wasn’t entertainment. It was him.Axel Knight — the boy who somehow managed to make me angry, confused, and seen all at once — was gone.And I didn’t even know why.---Riza found me an hour later in our dorm. I was sitting on my bed, still in the same clothes, staring at nothing. She didn’t say anything at first. Just set a steaming mug of cocoa beside me and sat down quietly.“Talk to me,” she said after a while. “You’ve been staring at that wall for thirty minutes.”I swallowed hard. “He didn’t do it, Riza.”Her eyes softened. “You don’t even know what he’s being accused of.”“I don’t have to,” I said. “I saw his face. He wasn’t angry. He was scared.”She sighed. “Okay, but wh
I didn’t cry.At least, not right away.I walked until my legs ached, until my shoes soaked through from the wet grass, until the sound of the campus faded into the hum of traffic beyond the gates. I told myself I wasn’t crying, that the sting in my eyes was just leftover rain.But then I blinked — and the tears came anyway.Not because of what his friends said, but because of his silence.Because for one second, I thought Axel Knight saw me. Really saw me.And then he didn’t.I ended up at the park near the student housing, the one with the broken fountain and the old bench that always leaned to the left. I sat there, clutching my phone, staring at a text I’d typed and deleted at least ten times.> You don’t get to do that to people, Axel.You don’t get to make them feel something real and then pretend it’s a joke.But I didn’t send it.I just watched the blinking cursor until the words disappeared.The sun started to set, soft orange bleeding into pink. The air smelled like wet leav







