CLARA’S POV My breath froze in my throat. The low hum of Ethan’s idling engine vibrated through the quiet morning air, carrying across the frostbitten grass. Through the tinted glass of his black SUV, I knew his eyes were scanning every corner of the dorm courtyard. If he saw me walking toward the municipal transit stop at dawn, he would follow me, force me into his passenger seat, and demand to know where I was going. I backed up into the deep shadow of the dorm’s brick pillar. Without making a sound, I turned and slipped around the side of the building, cutting through the narrow service alley between the residential halls. I ducked behind the tall, overgrown evergreen hedges that lined the campus bike path, moving quickly while keeping my head down. My heart hammered against my ribs until I finally crossed the eastern perimeter of campus, well out of sight of Ethan’s surveillance. The county bus was already pulling up to the curb, its air brakes hissing in the morning mist
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