VIKTOR

She walked in late.

Not enough to draw a teacher’s scolding, but late enough for the entire class to notice.

Her hair was pulled back like she hadn’t had the energy to tame it. Lips tight, steps controlled. Not a glance in my direction.

Good.

I kept my gaze fixed on the board, but my entire body was aware of her.

The only empty seat was the one next to mine.

Of course it was.

She paused for half a second, like debating whether to walk out and fake a stomach ache. Then ...