Paul’s POV I’d been watching her disintegrate. That was the only way to describe it. Over the past three days, Tamara had gone from withdrawn to actively disappearing. She came to class but didn’t participate. She sat in the dining hall but didn’t eat. She walked across campus like a ghost, like her body was there but her mind was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere dark. Tuesday morning, I caught her leaving the library before it even opened properly. “Hey,” I called out, jogging to catch up with her. “Where are you headed?” “Class,” she said without looking at me. “Your first class isn’t until eleven. It’s only nine-thirty.” “I wanted to study first.” She was lying. I could see it in the way her jaw was tight, the way her eyes wouldn’t focus on me. I’d spent three years reading her like a quarterback reads a defense, learning her patterns, understanding her tells. And right now, she was lying through her teeth. “Tamara, talk to me,” I said, keeping my voice soft. “Whateve
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