Sophia’s P.O.V

Vee didn’t say much as we drove, and I didn’t press her. There was something comforting about the silence, as if the world outside had gone quiet just for me to think. But the moment the car took a sharp right, completely bypassing the familiar route to Nathan’s company, my heart started thudding again. I looked out the window, and my brows furrowed at the unmistakable murals lining the brick walls—the art school.

My art school.

“Vee,” I turned ...