Chapter Fourteen: Neither of them slept.By six in the morning, Ethan's phone had thirty-seven unread messages — council members, professors, Chris, even a few numbers he didn't recognize, all of them asking some version of the same horrified question. Zara sat curled on his couch, arms wrapped around her knees, watching him pace the length of the small living room with his phone pressed to his ear, trying for the fourth time to reach Dean Alvarez's after-hours line."She's not answering," he said, hanging up in frustration. "It's barely six. I doubt anyone's checked their email yet outside whoever it was sent to directly.""Someone will," Zara said quietly. "It only takes one person forwarding it before it's everywhere."She was right. By seven-thirty, her phone had started buzzing too — Maya first, frantic and furious, followed by a message from a girl in her seminar she barely spoke to, asking, with poorly disguised curiosity, if the email was true. By eight, a private university-
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