AvaI stared at the same page of my textbook for what felt like hours. No matter how many times I reread the problem, nothing stuck. My brain was a jumbled mess of formulas, what-ifs, and Logan.God, Logan.It had been weeks since I’d heard from him. Weeks of silence. Not a message, not a clue, not even a damn signal that he was okay. And now, with finals approaching like a freight train, I was expected to function? To memorize entire chapters and formulas when the one person who always grounded me had vanished?Tristan flopped onto the beanbag across from me in Charlotte’s living room, twirling a pen between his fingers. “You’ve been staring at that same question for fifteen minutes.”“I’m just... thinking,” I muttered.Charlotte sat beside me, her highlighter pausing mid-stroke. “Is this about the exam or... Logan?”I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My silence was the answer.Tristan exhaled through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still no word?”“No,” I said flatly. “A
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