*Olivia*

I poked my head into Dahlia's bedroom and found her, for once, sitting at her desk instead of on her bed.

“Olive!” She shot up immediately. “Are you here to save me from the nightmares of Organizational Behavior 103?”

Despite everything, I laughed. “Not intentionally.”

“God, I’ll take it,” she declared, standing and flinging herself backward onto her bed. “It’s like, I get it, there’s a lot of human behavior ...