So This is Love
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The night crept on.
Back at the dorm, Norah sat curled up on her bed, the lights low and the air still. Her books were open in front of her, but she hadn’t turned a page in hours. Ivan’s voice kept looping through her head — the rough edge in it, the way he’d looked at her like she was the only thing that could both save and destroy him.
She pressed a hand against her chest, trying to steady the uneasy rhythm there.
The door opened, and Mary walked in, humming softly, a first-aid box in her hand.