When I first walk into my dorm room, I know something’s wrong.It’s the kind of wrong you don’t notice right away, the kind that whispers at you before it screams. The air feels off, heavy somehow, like the space remembers someone who shouldn’t have been here. I stop in the doorway, my hand still on the knob, and scan the room.At first, everything looks normal. My bed is made. My desk is stacked with books, a couple open notebooks, my laptop sitting right where I left it. The tiny pinboard above my desk still holds my schedule and a photo of Noah, the corners curling.But then I see it.The window.It’s open, just a crack.I never leave it open. Not here. Not when this place feels like a lion’s den and I’m the rabbit pretending to belong.My pulse starts pounding.I step inside, closing the door quietly behind me. Every instinct screams at me to leave, to find someone, to not face this alone. But I can’t. I have to know what they touched, what they took.Slowly, I cross the room, sca
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