Sofia

The door to my room clicked shut behind me, I stood there for a moment, gripping the handle of my rolling suitcase, breathing in the scent of our dorm room.

I looked around. "You're alive."

The voice came from the bed by the window. Clara was sitting there, her legs crossed, a textbook open on her lap, but her eyes were locked on me. She looked me up and down, scanning me like I was a biological specimen she needed to dissect.

"Barely," I whispered, letting go of my suitcase. Clara ...