The flight back to Bayhurst wasn't long, but Emma slept through almost all of it.When she woke, there was a blanket over her.She didn't ask, and Wesley didn't say.They sat side by side, both their hands resting on the armrest between them, inches apart, but neither of them ever crossed that invisible line.Grad school in Bayhurst meant a heavy lab workload, but word of what had happened back home still got out, thanks to some loose lips.On Friday, after the group meeting broke up, Mason Yates—another grad student who'd come over from back home—sidled up to Wesley with a grin."Hey, Wesley, I heard you were pretty famous back home. Your childhood sweetheart stole your data, you lost your recommendation, and you even did time in a holding cell. Is that true?"His voice wasn't loud, but the lab was quiet, and several pairs of eyes turned their way.Wesley kept packing up his laptop without looking up. "It's true."Mason perked up, and his voice rose."I knew it. It's all ove
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